Wednesday, October 24, 2018

You are not that important


Ha ha ha It took me so long to figure this one out. I'm a speck. And yes, we have our contributions to make to the world. When we shine, those around us shine right along with us. When we're moody those around us reflect that as well. I get it. But seriously? You are not all that important. Neither am I. We are a very small part of the scheme of things. So stop putting so much pressure on yourself to be perfect. Admit to your imperfections and just work on them.

I look at society today and find it to be very self centered. People are overly obsessed with expressing themselves as individuals. It's fine, even healthy to like yourself. It's great to have an opinion. But it's more important to actually be kind, generous, courteous, etc. Do positive things. Make others happy. Express your sympathy when things go badly for someone. Just don't expect a medal for it. Because it's what you're supposed to do, Doing it doesn't make you a hero.

You're not that special. None of us are. Find some humility!

Sometimes, I blame Facebook. One example is those birthday reminders. How so? You feel guilty if you don't respond to them, don't you? You feel guilty if you miss thanking someone for responding to them as well. This mentality stretches into your personal life too, doesn't it? Folks, it's a nice thing to do but seriously? If someone forgets my birthday, I just figure they're busy with their own life. I don't take it personally. And if they do remember, I don't show up at their doorstep with a trophy.

And speaking of birthdays, I don't get or even want a party every birthday. Now it seems people aren't happy unless they not only get a party but receive every little wish their heart desires because they are all important, you know? And every birthday seems to have some specific present attached to it. If they don't get that specific thing, heaven help us. It's the end of life as we know it, apparently.

Here's another one. If your boyfriend asks you to marry him, he has to come up with a clever way. It's not enough that he loves you enough to ask. The ring has to be perfect. Your wedding has to be epic too. Everything has to be done just right so you have a story you can tell. And you need pictures of every little detail of your life. Heck, sometimes people demand them. And make sure those are picture perfect too. Get the right angle, the right background, cover every theme, every moment, etc. Who cares if they're an honest representation of your life as long as they make you look perfect?

And yes, it's important that people feel good about themselves. We should also be kind to our children so that they have a well adjusted personality. We should support their endeavors. But we can't make them happy all the time, just as we can't make ourselves happy all the time. We are not that fabulous. We're just human beings. We are not, nor will we ever be perfect, nor will any of our experiences be perfect.

Life is not a movie where things are solved in the space of 2 hours. It's a journey. Hopefully, a long one. Enjoy it for what it is. Don't try to impress anyone with it. Because, unless you're a serial killer or something, you are good enough just as you are Ya, it's cliché, but it's true.

And speaking of issues, it's OK to call someone you love out on their crap if they're heading in a direction that's bad for them and those around you. It doesn't mean you feel as if you're better than or any more important than they are. Don't feel guilty about being a caring individual. But you're still, not a hero. You're not that special. There are no medals for doing the right thing. It's what you're supposed to do. That's all.

I don't know how this happened to us. But we are at a point where living up to our own over-inflated expectations is killing us. The pressure involved with being a human being in this society is enormous. Oh my gosh, people, just live. Enjoy your life. Forget about societal standards. Just be nice to each other. Because for all other intents and purposes...

You are not that important. Neither am I. None of us are. So just relax and be at peace with being you!

What makes me #Sad, but still at peace


It seems the older I get, the more I am determined to find the best in people. Admittedly, it doesn't always happen. I'm no Dalai Lama, but I do try. I suppose that's why I find the saddest people are those who unknowingly make themselves and others miserable on a daily basis. Those whose energy not only brings the people around them down, but is self harming as well.

Because they're doing it for absolutely no reason. You see, folks, as much as we think the world is out to get us sometimes, it's really our actions and reactions that are bringing us down. In other words, to be blunt, shit happens to everyone. Every day. Constantly complaining, playing the blame game, throwing tantrums, being over dramatic and “venting” will not change that fact.

Playing the victim will not make your problems go away either. Whining about every little thing that happens to you, as if you're the only one in the world with struggles will not make your problems disappear. Neither will denying their existence or running away. There are only two things that will make your problems go away.

1. Doing something different to solve them.

The old adage is true. You cannot expect to have different results if you keep doing the same thing. Only doing something different will reap different results. When you create a rut for yourself, draw lines, impose conditions that are impossible to follow and dig in, that's exactly where you will find yourself years, maybe even decades later. Setting your actions and reactions in stone will only make your life harder. It will bury you. A change.... will do you good.

2. Getting a new attitude

Attitude really is everything. If you're struggling, remember, so is every other person you encounter. Struggles teach. They are a necessary part of life. Be grateful for them. Embrace them. Use them to strengthen your spirit. Oh, you can complain about them if you wish, I suppose. But that will do nothing to improve your situation.

Now, I don't pretend to be all knowing. Not by any stretch. I am highly imperfect. Highly. I have been known to lose my temper. But I know that when I focus on the positive aspects of a situation, things improve for me so I try to do that the majority of the time.

I also know that when I'm stubborn and refuse to budge or insist on doing things my way, I fail miserably. By the same token, when I put a smile on my face, move forward and embrace new perspectives, my life improves.

Folks, it took me longer than most to get to this realization. And I still have a long, long way to go too!

That's why I empathize with those who are not there yet.

It makes me sad that I can't pass this information on to those who need to hear it most. I know this because, believe me, I have tried. I'm not one to give up on people. It just isn't in me. Problem is, if they're not ready to hear it or act on it there's nothing I can do.

If they refuse to open themselves up to anything that anyone else has to say, they won't hear it. No one heals until they see their own issues and make positive changes. That has to be their decision.

That's why I'm at peace with it. Because there's not a darn thing I can or should do. It's their prerogative. But it certainly is the saddest thing to witness their self destruction and not be able to get through to them.

It certainly is #Sad.

The last to be chosen


Here's something a little unique that I find myself being at peace with. But the most unique thing is the reason for my peace. You see, I never even wanted to be on the team in the first place. Any team. At all. Ever.

This is one of those cases where someone posts something I notice while scrolling through my Facebook page. This post was about adults taking responsibility for making sure kids aren't left out. I agree. However, I have to say, some kids don't want to be “in” and I was one of those kids.

I was picked last for teams too, but honestly, never been a team person anyway and I was out of my element when I belonged to groups. I just don't have that kind of mentality. Clubs and teams, church, whatever... It all feels too cult-ish for me. Some of us enjoy being left alone.

I thought being picked last was awful as a kid but I'm at peace with being left out now, at the age of 59. Wandering thought, I'm also at peace with being 59. In fact, I'm pretty much at peace with everything about myself. I don't overly dote on me, me, me. But I'm OK with me. I'm even OK with seeing my worst facial expressions and my fat arms in pictures.

Because, who cares? But more importantly, being that all star with the “perfect” figure and the “perfect” life just isn't who I am or even who I was, as a kid. I enjoyed reading for hours upon hours, just as much as those other kids enjoyed being prom king or queen, head cheerleader or whatever their deal was. My deal was being at peace, even then. And what brought me the most peace was just being myself.

As I got older and started working for a living, I was a hard worker, for sure. I was a worker bee. Yes, I got promotions. But, I never really fit in to the management mold. Because, once again, I always found it strange, the whole belonging to a team thing. It just didn't suit me. The money was nice, though. LOL Everyone needs money, right?

I've never been one to shop till I drop, either. I prefer a simple life. No fame and fortune. No glory guts. No party like a rock star. None of that appeals to me in the least. I was always meant to be exactly who I am. And not only am I OK with it, I love it!

Being OK with being chosen last is liberating. I don't have to dress to impress, shoot to thrill or any of what I feel is crazy nonsense. I take pride in who I am. I do the right thing. I excel at some things. I don't at others. And I have never been and never will be a superstar. Well, maybe I'm a superstar Grandma. LOL

And hey, if you're the type of person who enjoys being chosen first, good for you. Go for it. Personally, though, I enjoy fading into the background where it's quiet and the pressure is off. It's who I was meant to be and it just feels like the right fit.

At peace with being the underdog. No cape required.

Peace through true acceptance

 


OK. Here it is. Being judgmental of others, no matter the circumstances is self harm and obviously in bad taste. It's indicative of our own issues when we're critical of others. It makes us look small and vindictive. I'm not telling you anything you don't know here, am I?

And yet every day, on or off social media, bashing others is glorified repeatedly. I have caught myself doing it as well. Now, I don't know why this is. Maybe it's the influence of sitcom like humor that pervades mass media. Maybe it's all those irresistibly sarcastic Facebook memes. Or maybe it's simply the natural evolution of societal conditioning. But whatever it is, I don't like it at all.

I mean, seriously folks, even if we have accidentally evolved into this kind of thinking, we can purposely evolve out of it. It's just not cool to put people down for their differences, kick them in the face when they're struggling mentally, give them a hard time for being, poor, rich, fat, thin, pretty, ugly, insecure, overly confident, etc. etc. I could continue for days here. You get the point.

Making other people look bad or highlighting their faults for the sake of a laugh is grade school behavior. It's rude. It's counter-productive. It's just plain unacceptable. Most of us have been the victim of another person's criticism at one time or another. We should know how horrid it feels. People are literally killing themselves over being criticized or bullied.

So why do we keep up this madness? I have no idea.

Now, believe me, the irony and hypocrisy of this post does not allude me. I realize that I'm being critical of other people being critical here. But the thing is, it's the behavior I am condemning, not the people who engage in it.

My personal pet peeve of late is those posts people make on the book of faces concerning “fake” people. Folks, there are no fake people. There are only people struggling to fit into this messed up society the best way they know how. And doesn't that apply to all of us? Aren't we all on a journey that includes plenty of stumbling blocks and a lot of confusion?

We don't like being misguided, losing our way or being inherently fallible in other ways do we? We're all just trying our best to fit in, right? And we certainly don't feel good when our mistakes are paraded around or shoved in our faces do we? Then why on earth do we do it to others?

What if I told you that the main reason we judge others just may be that we don't feel that great about ourselves? What if I told you that it's time to realize that being critical of others for being fake is in and of itself, a feeble attempt on our own part to fit in? (Thereby rendering us guilty of the very self centered, false aura we're accusing them of having.)

When we put others down, we're not exactly being nice to ourselves either. Most of us know it's wrong to judge others. But what a lot of us don't realize is that, by judging others, we essentially reveal ourselves as having conceited tendencies as well.

So folks, how about we stop this behavior now? We're all basically good people, right? So let's start acting like it. If someone we know is struggling to fit in, why not reach out a hand instead of kicking them off the ladder?

Couldn't hurt. Might help.

But hey, what do I know? I'm struggling too. And yes, I've had people refer to me and some of my family members as fake. That's probably because we prefer to speak of the good things in our lives while we work on the negative qualities in private. But trust me, we have our issues as well. Lots of them. And we know it. We have no delusions. Just a lot of hope for improvement.

Part of which includes having better acceptance of others.

Life is a journey, folks. Some of us may never be lucky enough to reach our destination or even get close. So let's keep that in mind when we are tempted to be critical. Let's truly lift each other up. Let's do what we can to enrich each other's lives, rather than picking at every little imperfection we see.

Maybe someday we'll evolve into true acceptance of the highly fallible and unique beings we all are. But in the meantime, let's just make an effort to be kinder, shall we? Because no one is fake. We're all just doing our best to survive. Inner peace simply does not come without knowing you are treating others the way you wish to be treated.

Peace is earned, not given.

I'm OK with being fine


I'm fine. That's what you often hear from most people with chronic illness. I'm at complete peace with telling people I'm fine when I'm not. So are a lot of us. It's a big, fat lie though and I'm not the type to lie. So why am I OK with it?

Well, the biggest reason is that I don't want others to suffer with me, worry about me or spend sleepless nights wondering if I'm OK. Also, I don't want them to know how horrible this is for me. When people don't understand my illness, that's a good thing, in a way. Because that means they don't have it.

Because frankly, folks, unless you have one of these monstrous conditions, clawing at you, night and day, it's impossible to imagine what it's like. No amount of graphic description is going to be enough to get that across to a healthy person.

And I like that. That is, I like knowing that the people around me don't experience what I do on a daily basis. I'm so happy for them to NOT have this or any other chronic illness. Oh, there are a few that do. Those are the ones I talk to about it. But even though I'm glad to have someone to talk to, I wish that I didn't. Because that would mean all of my loved ones were healthy.

Wouldn't that be awesome?

I'm at peace with just being fine and leaving it at that. Because I'm OK with other people not suffering along with me.

I see things and I'm at peace with it


I see things, but it's not what you're thinking. I see the connections between all of us. I'm not insane and I'm not alone but some days, it feels like it. Our society has become a mockery of our truth. None of us are who we think we are, myself included. We're so wrapped up in lies the truth doesn't matter any more. We live and breathe a life of pure illusion, created by those who profit from our ignorance.

None of us are special. We are all part of the whole. We are, in essence, “The Borg” but we are missing the hive mind mentality.

We are fighting for our individuality with every step we take. Perhaps that's why the concept scares us so much in a tale of fiction. Our brains are separate and independent and yet, they are designed to work as parts of a well oiled machine.

That machine is nature.

Koko said it best. “I am nature.”

Yes, we are all nature. Those who laugh at nature lovers are laughing at themselves. We are one energy in different bodies.

While some might see this concept as frightening. (Or yours truly as some kind of fanatic.) I see it as comforting. It gives me peace. I like knowing that we are all connected. I like knowing that there is more to this life than our society tells us there is. Because in my opinion, our society has produced the most widely accepted, most warped mess of tangled lies that ever were pulled over anyone's eyes.

I like feeling the connection to living beings, to plants, to the stars, the moon and other planets. I like reaching out my hands and feeling a part of something vast and wonderful and amazing.

Pure connectivity is at once both the most beautiful, most precious feeling one can attain and the most frightening of all realizations. True awareness is a realization. It's seeing life for what is is, stripped clean of everything we previously thought to be true. It's admitting that we have it all wrong. It's seeing ourselves and everyone and everything around us as simply existing in unison, with no judgment passed. It's being able to sort the truth from the lies.

And in order to see it, one must let go of everything first.

The first thing to let go of is possession of other beings. Truly, we can never possess anyone, human or otherwise. We can never let go of the web that binds us, and yet we do not belong to each other. We are each other. That's why we have so much trouble finding ourselves. Because we are not individuals. We are one. One energy. One spirit. One love.

My friends, I love you. I understand you, I respect your right to believe as “you” wish, although that “you and I as separate beings” nonsense in itself is another lie we have been told. Anyway, as much as I respect “you” in order to truly be at peace, all of us must let go of conventional religion. Religion was created by man to explain things we don't understand. Things that frighten us. Things that we find hard to accept because we do not see reason in them. But it's not our truth.

And pardon the wandering thought, but can you see, that's a “power” humans have exclusively? Reasoning, that is. Other animals are catching up to us in that respect, though. Unfortunately for them, because our “powers” of reasoning, or the search for deeper meaning actually causes us great frustration. We have to have an answer for everything. And because there is no answer to why we exist other than a simple state of being, we find ourselves on a lifelong search with no end result.

The truth is that there is no answer to why we are here. Or at least there is not what we see as an answer. Because our truth, our purpose is simply to be and to experience. And even that realization is not an answer. You see, our purpose has nothing to do with being an individual or finding ourselves.

It's about finding the whole and connecting with the humbling fact that we are not special as individuals but as a great web of life energy, each living being, entity, flora or fauna having their own function within the whole. It's all so beautiful. I wish everyone could see it.

So we have come to a point where because we are hell bent on finding and defining the individuals we mistakenly believe ourselves to be, the whole system is suffering. Do you see? We spend our whole lives searching for something that isn't there, entirely missing the fact that we are all one beautiful, astounding, interconnected energy.

And until we start acting as if we are merely a small piece of something greater and amazingly intricate, as long as we keep separating and labeling ourselves, we will never be in touch with the truth. As long as we continue to conform to an unhealthy false reality, we will never be truly functional.

But we all do have to conform in order to survive, don't we? Of course.

But, what is at the bottom of that truth? The truth is, we're conforming to the wrong thing. Every one of us. Every second, every minute, every hour for our entire lives. We are conforming to a self created, false society, that in some ways mimics the very thing we're searching for. It's a grand illusion that keeps us from our true purpose, which is to simply be and be a part of a greater energy.

We get up every morning and go to jobs we were never intended to do. We aspire to “see the world” when we haven't even learned to see ourselves for who we really are. We cling to our creature comforts rather than experiencing life in the raw, the way it was meant to be lived, as most natural beings do. Why? I don't know. I'm not special. I do life the same way as everyone else.

But I do see things. I see the connections and it gives me comfort to know they are there. Sometimes it scares the heck out of me. But I see life for what it is. I see that there really is no “I.” There is individual thought but that's only there so that we may bring different facets of thinking to strengthen our greater whole.

And yet, as comforting as this is, “I” shy away from it. Because “I” am one of those unfortunate souls who, although they see the connections clearly, can't quite see themselves conforming to anything. Maybe that's because “I” also see too clearly what conforming to the wrong thing has done to damage everything we are and everything we were meant to be. So all forms of connection frighten me a little.

Yes, it makes me a little frightened to accept that I am simply a part of the whole after all. Maybe that's because all our lives we are told that having high “self” esteem is vital to our mental health when the truth is that self esteem is only as important as it is in relation to the energy and health of the whole natural universe.

In other words, I see that we are only important as individuals in that we do our individual part to keep the entire web of natural energy healthy. Because when one part malfunctions, the entire system is compromised. Yes, all of nature depends on individuality and yet, because of our connection to each other, to our collective energy, we are not truly individuals.

It doesn't sound like I'm at peace with this, does it? And yet, “I” truly am. Because there's something else I see. And that something else is that reality and imperfection is inevitable and will inevitably win out over false perfection every time. It gives me hope to know that I am not alone. Ever. It gives me hope to see that more and more people are realizing how beautiful the truth is, compared to the lies that have been handed to us.

I'm also glad that somewhere down the line in the generations before me, there must have been enough truth passed along to lead me in the right direction as well. To allow me to see what has been right in front of me all along. To show me that I am a part of something greater than myself. Something so beautiful that I can't even begin to describe it with mere words.

Just do this for me, if you will. Reach up to the sky, to the stars. Reach out to the earth as well. Take off your shoes and feel the energy flowing from the ground beneath you. Feel it pulsing into and from every pore of your body. What you feel is your connection to all things natural. It's the most peace you can ever experience. Because it is your truth and mine.

Now take that peace, that connection, that inner feeling of knowing and satisfaction and imagine using it to create a world where everyone knows and respects their role. Except that, it's not about anything we create. It's not about what or who created us.

It's simply about being and accepting our own pure truth.

All of us.

Every being and life form, flora or fauna.

Together.

You're welcome.

At peace with doing as I please

That may seem like a strange title and also a strange topic for a peace path blog post. Possibly a little selfish. Also, if you know me well, it's a little puzzling and out of character for me. I mean, usually, I'm all about making others happy, right? And there you go. That's the point.

It has taken me a huge amount of time, mental work and being under the influence of a chronic illness to get to the point where I'm OK with taking care of me. And even now, from time to time I get a twinge of guilt when I take it easy. Surely, there is something that needs doing.

There's always something that needs doing, right? And more often than not, I used to be the one doing it. Oh, no worries, I was happy to. And I still practice due deligence. I was raised to be a responsible person. I'm OK with that, too. It's just that there is a downside to being overly responsible and I spent a good deal of my life doing just that.

I'm tired now, folks. And I'm sick. So, it's someone elses turn. I'm OK with taking it easy. I've more than earned it. I can sit in my chair and do nothing, relatively guilt free. I spent 30 plus years as a divorced working parent. Sometimes I juggled 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet, but my kids (and grand-kids) always had a roof over their heads and food on the table because of it. It was well worth it.

Now, when I first became sick, it was hard for me to sit and rest. I was still in my old mode of get it done at all costs. But as time has gone by and my health has waned, I've gradually begun to put self care at the forefront. And yes, it's true. Some people don't get it.

To some people, I'm a freeloader because my husband shoulders the breadwinner role now. I get it. Most of them don't know my history. They didn't know me when I was a go getter. They're not aware that when hubby and I first got together, I rescued him, much like he rescued me down the road.

The naysayers also don't see me struggling through my days, doing all the work I'm able to, huffing and puffing my way up and down the stairs, taking care of errands, bookwork, laundry, groceries, meal prep, etc. And sometimes the pain and suffering from this type of illness isn't even visible. That makes me look lazy too.

But you know what? I know my value. My husband knows my value. Anyone who's close to me knows that every day, I still stretch my limits of endurance to get the necessary tasks done around the house. The people who truly care about me know that I have earned my rest. And gosh darn it, I'm taking it.

And so, I'm at peace with taking it easy. I'm at peace with my forced retirement, sort of. I'd actually rather be more capable of working, truth be told. But since I'm not, I'm OK with doing what I please, which sometimes includes getting things done and sometimes does not.

I hope I'm wrong but I have a little less time than most to enjoy not working for a living. I'm not looking at a long life here, is what I'm saying. So I'm making the most of the life I do have left. Feeling guilty for enjoying myself and trying to make the best of a bad situation cannot be a part of that.

And so, here I am today, sitting in my chair, being me, writing this blog post and not caring what anyone thinks of me or that there are things to be done that I'm not doing. I'm at peace with doing what I please. I earned it. It's been a long time coming. And I refuse to feel guilty about it.