Let’s Just Be Honest With Ourselves And Each Other
There are times, many of them, when I feel like torching the entire self-help section of the bookstore.
And after that, I’ll delete everyone on Facebook who posts those cheery memes about how happy we should all be feeling.
This new age, nonsensical horse shit is piled so high, I sometimes need a periscope just to see passed it.
Maybe there’s so much sadness in the world because we’re constantly indoctrinated with concepts which tell us that it’s not okay to be sad. And just maybe, the imposed denial of the sadness we actually feel will result in a compounding of sadness which will haunt us even further.
But here’s one thing from the new age moment which rings out to be true: what you resist, persists.
Maybe it’s time to stop resisting the sadness. Just maybe, if we allowed ourselves to acknowledge the sadness, truly acknowledge it and welcome it home, without trying to bury it under layers of pie in the sky lies, we’d be able to transcend it more naturally.
Do you know how much pressure those Facebook memes must put on some people? I’m sure they feel like sailors on a doomed submarine.
Just last night I talked to a woman whose daughter ran away from home and another woman who’s daughter died from brain cancer. Almost everyday I speak to someone who suffers with different degrees of awfulness.
As for me, I deal with a darkness as well.
No matter how bright and beautiful it is outside, and no matter how much I have to be grateful for, my mind sometimes senses this existence of ours through a filter of subtle gloom.
It’s almost like wordlessly I say to myself, “Yes, all is well today, but what about this or that. Or this or that?”
And then I start feeling sad, because I know better than to allow myself to feel sad.
With that said, maybe it’s time to stop kidding ourselves. Life, in all of its splendor, is simultaneously filled with horror. And for those of us who have experienced true horror, maybe we need to let ourselves off the hook.
Let ourselves off the hook when we’re made to feel weak for not being able to feel happy after using techniques taught in so called self-help books and no-help memes.
And then, and only then, we can start to count our blessings.
But authentically so.
Because we will find blessings in life’s splendor, if we look for them.
Regardless of the horrors.
And probably right under our noses.
Thank you my loved ones, those I know and don’t, for taking the time to be with me through these words,