February 11, 2011

You know how most people have certain topics that tend to bring up a myriad of emotions when touched?  Things like, “wow, that really pushed her button”, might be heard in response after seeing such a thing.  I suppose we all have buttons, and I doubt that all are ‘negative’ or bad.  I probably have a button that when pushed reminds me of all the times I’ve been to the ocean.  Any and all oceans, and how good they always make me feel.

Most of the time, however, I notice that when one of my buttons is pushed, it sends off an alarm through ancient halls of crusty, beat up old emotions that come screaming out of hiding.  These fun-filled relics are generally reluctant to return to their dark existence.  They stomp around and rant and rave about their theme de jour, causing distress and unrest.

I’m going to shoot for clearing out all of this drab and used up crap in lieu of sending it back down to the depths, only to have it ‘re-booted’ should said button ever be pushed again.

I’m all for the notion of having buttons that no longer work.  Kind of like a doorbell that doesn’t resound throughout the house when pushed.

Sorry.  No one home…




February 8, 2011

Once upon a time, in a land not too far away from this one, lived two women; conjoined by birth, yet completely and utterly different from one another as any two beings can be.  Since there was no undoing the proximity they would always have to one another, they tried, initially, to get along.  This did not work well.

They took turns being ‘in charge’, yet their behaviors and beliefs were so contrary to one another’s that they appeared unstable, unreliable, and insane.  This also did not work.

Once upon a time soon after this time, a stranger approached the unlikely duo and made a simple and profound observation:  “Maybe the whole key to your existence is to understand that you don’t have to get along??  You don’t have to meld and mesh into one being?  What if it’s perfectly understandable that the best you can achieve is acceptance of one other?”

Whoa.  The two looked at each other and wondered how it would be if they stopped fighting?  What would it be like to just accept each other’s presence?  Would this be possible?  What would they do with their time if they didn’t have the perpetual struggle?

Perhaps they would have time.  Time to be…

This is a silly story, perhaps.  But…it is relevant.  I learned something today.  I learned that a truce is perfectly acceptable when you are dealing with your own personal demons.  A truce is acceptable when looking at contrary parts of your psyche.  Sometimes the easiest, most painless, and most enlightened road is that of the peaceful warrior.   When you lay down all the pre-conceived notions of how you should be, and how you should react, and what it is to be enlightened.  What if the kindest, most rational and sane thing you can *ever* do is to accept that which is?  The differences, the conflicts, the emotions, and all the ‘humanness” in which we are all intertwined?

What if?

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