Is it really worth it? To let ourselves feel?
When happiness is still so fragile and fleeting. When there is so much hurt and pain to drown it out.
When the alternative is being utterly helpless and powerless? No chance to fix anything, or do anything good, or help anyone, or meet people I haven’t met, yet? I’d say yes.
- But I’ve died before, so I might have a different perspective.
- But I’ve been hundreds of miles back of beyond, completely and utterly alone, blood sick and sickened, untouched by the world and all that goes on in it; and made the decision to return, to at least try to help -just one starfish, you know?- and was met with wonders I could never have imagined ever happening to me. Also pain and all that, but known quantities them. The surprise was in the grandness & the joy. So I might have a different perspective.
When the alternative is deciding that the only thing that’s worth anything are the hard times, or the bad times; that pain & fear & anger are not only
more important than joy, and excitement, laughter, love, & “Huh. That’s funny.” (Scientific discovery not being heralded by Eureka) ... but so much more important as to render them acceptable losses? I’d say HELL yes.
But I’m stubborn that way. I do NOT believe that if you aren’t part of the solution, then you’re part of the problem. Catchy phrase and all, and I’m sure it’s true sometimes, but I think it’s an incomplete equation. And I don’t respond to threats well. Even rousing, follow me!, garnering support kinds of threats. I also think it’s a narrow minded excuse to write of whole swaths of people, many truly extraordinary and amazing, that are simply following different paths unseen or misunderstood by me. But I do very strongly believe : Be the change you want to see in the world. If I want more joy? Bring it. If I want more people working together? Do that. Better education? Teach. More safety? Create it. All the things I, me, myself, WANT in the world? I have the ability to DO that. To be that. To create, inspire, support, learn, & master it. If I suck at it? LOL. Get better at it. It’s this phenomenal gift, the ability to create our own reality, maybe not exactly as we’d choose, but anywhere and everywhere we are. To borrow another quote; nor iron bars a cage.
If I decide that
isn’t what I want? ...And there have been times I have made that decision, and there may still be times to come... It’s still my choice to. No one can
make me. I have decided to walk in pain. But not because of the world. The world is as it always was. It’s my own heart that’s broken. And that’s what needs mending. If I choose to. Not the world. There are still children smiling and spinning in sunlight, and mothers wailing over the broken bodies of their children. There is pain in the world. But the world doesn’t frighten me. Nor the people in it. Who I am become, who I choose to be? That does scare me, sometimes. Worse, though, when it doesn’t. It’s okay to be afraid. As long as it doesn’t stop me. As long as I keep moving. And when I’m out of courage, my strength fails me, and I lay down to die? What an amazing chance I’ve had. And might still have. If I change my mind, and get up, again.
I was just talking with my physical therapist last week; it was an offhand comment on my part, made without thinking... If you’re not crying on the floor unable to move, from time to time, you’re not trying hard enough... she was pretty ticked off at me about that. Nooooo. If you’re laying on the floor, crying and unable to move, we’re doing it the wrong way! And maybe that’s true, as far as physical therapy goes. Hell, maybe as life goes. But the only reason I’m still
here is because a very long time ago I decided that defeat wasn’t an end point. I can be defeated. Have been, many times. But not stopped. Not while I’m still breathing. Try harder. Get up. Or sleep. Regroup. Whatever. But I refuse to die this way. More? I refuse to
live this way. If your death hurts? Die better. If your life hurts? Live better. Another something I decided a long time ago. And sometimes I reeeeeeally suck at that. But? I refuse to give up. Try harder. This is just a way point. Not the end. It’s just what happens when you’re trying
this hard. Sometimes? You end up on the floor in tears, unable to move. Or too afraid to move. Hurting too badly to move. But there are only 2 choices. This is the end, or it isn’t. I don’t like endings.