Posts Tagged ‘worry

01
Oct
21

New Mantra: Open to Anything; Fear Nothing

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The other day, I was struck with a thin slice of divine inspiration, the sort of little voice that supplies new outlooks on life in the simplest of words. Some call them mantras.

Here is my latest “mantra.”

“Be open to anything, and you will fear nothing.”

It sounds a bit naïve, a bit foolish. But, it’s also a true test of faith.

The Golden Rule is a similarly difficult task of forcing yourself to treat others as you want to be treated, not simply acting or reacting upon impulse. If someone makes you mad, lashing out at them might feel justified and/or right. [But, the consequences could compound into more than you dare to experience.] But, if you unintentionally–or even intentionally–made someone mad, would you like them to strike you down? Would you be okay with dying for angering someone? If you answer “yes,” then, by all means, swing your fists in anger and let karma sort out the rest.

Getting back to my previous thought…

If you open yourself to any possibility, good or bad, there is nothing to fear, nothing to question, nothing to probe until you’ve uncovered the particle within every particle. Sure; this sounds like death to science and discovery. But, there will still be discovery as you encounter it. It won’t cost you nearly as much to let surprises come to you…versus digging through the unknown to find every hidden gem or trap.

Do we really need another Pandora’s box to open?

YOU be the box that is always open. And, all of your fears will escape, leaving hope; hope of new discovery and the excitement of surprises. [Not the fear of sudden upsets.]

You know how some people get disrespected for being “Debbie Downers,” people who look for things to go wrong and see the negative side of everything. Well, they wouldn’t be that way if they opened themselves to the possibility of anything.

What challenges this faith is often what others impose upon us. Our faith or freedom to believe is endangered by threats of financial cost/risk and laws that don’t agree. Essentially, we let others tell us how to act and think, let others suppress our full potential under a blanket of fear.

Now, I’m not saying we need to rise up and rebel, tear down the White House, blow up the whole Middle East and flail weapons of mass destruction in the air as we shout so loud that the whole world can hear us.

Just…no.

Just…accept what happens and work with/around it.

Instead of squashing the bug that lands on you or your precious possessions, relocate the bug–if it bothers you–and say, “No. You stay over there.”

Defend your boundaries if you must. But, if you are open to anything, that bug can do no harm to you. Even if it could sting or inject you with its venom, unless it is determined to eat you, why would it attack unless provoked (or hungry)?

[Now, in the case of insects like mosquitoes, you use your own judgment to decide a course of action. Either protect yourself from potential harm or take your chances. I am not encouraging anyone to let a mosquito decide if they live or die. Yet, even that small instance, that possibility, might be our fate that we resist by lashing out at the bothersome bug.]

Do you ever notice how even the smallest of irritations can compound (add to) the stress you amass in your body (and mind)? Have you ever noticed how some small incident can spoil your good mood and distract you from what you thought you were doing with your day?

[And, if you are a human who has lost or is losing your hair (or the nice, rich color of your blessed-without-much-loss, thank-you-good-genes hair), do you place full blame on genetics? Or, do you consider the little stresses that amass upon your spirit, whether they are self-inflicted or the violation of others?]

Among all the unhelpful emotions that can flood our systems from the least significant of events, there is fear. And, fear can be disguised as a wide variety of other characters. Fear can appear like rage when we lash out at the “bugs” that disturb us. Fear can appear like despair or sadness when we cannot cope with some “reality” that forces us to alter our course of action. Fear can appear like mindless amusement when we deny the truth of the moment, when someone “nervously laughs” at something another sees as very serious.

That emotional baggage not only ruins our existence but also ruins the lives of those we encounter. How quickly we can dump our feelings on the people around us and turn them away like enslaved (domesticated, boxed, etc.) fish rattled by some idiot’s finger tapping their tank.

But, if we were open to anything, most likely, I imagine, we wouldn’t get so…emotional. And, in turn, we wouldn’t upset others with our emotional responses. [And, no robotic replacement is required to perform this function.]

However, here is the possible flaw in my latest “mantra.”

If everyone lives without fear and goes about living their lives as they think they can without actually influencing or pushing any buttons, we open the doors to some rather chaotic events. And, who is to say who might curb this newfound freedom of thought and take command when others let down their guard?

Again, it’s a test of faith. And, if we all could adhere to it, we wouldn’t worry about what others are doing or saying, even the little bugs that visit our space (like aliens). We wouldn’t be busy trying to seize advantage of others (or their ignorance, their lack of education). We wouldn’t capitalize on others’ weaknesses. We’d simply…experience life as it presents itself to us. We’d potentially, ideally reconnect with nature and find better balance.

Don’t you think?

Think about it. Then, let your thoughts go and just be…there.

[I’m not saying I’m already…there. But, I am always considering the possibility. Sigh. I know.]

13
May
14

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25
Feb
14

It’s So Sad When You Don’t Know Where to Turn

It’s nothing new, but, upon either going to bed last night or waking this morning, I had a low moment.  And, in this moment, I pondered the weight of discomfort from not having someone with whom I can feel completely comfortable and share my deepest thoughts in the same living space.

Now, for those of you with your heads wired to some digital gizmo like a PC or–more likely these days–a “pad” or “smart phone”, don’t get your brain coils in a pinch.  For some if not most of you, this space right here is where you turn to divulge your deepest thoughts.  This is your breathing room, your therapist couch, your venting space.  You probably have more (Fbook) friends than those you can actually pat on the back and visit with when you’re blue.  For you, this may be a living space.  But, not for me.  This is almost the equivalent of talking to someone through a styro-foam cup phone.  ‘Don’t know what that is?  Look it up.

While it may seem like I am venting, I am but scratching the surface of my brewing, stewing emotions, my volcano of internal conflict that cannot decide which way is up and who to trust.  When you can’t trust your own family and don’t have at least one friend you can sit down with for more than an hour a week, you may find yourself “spinning tires” and wondering what really is right from wrong.  Often I question myself along similar lines.

[I may have written some of this before.]  In my youth, I thought I was always doing right.  At least, I did my best to be good and make my parents proud.  But, beyond my consciousness, there were those who kept pointing at me and telling me what I did wrong.  And, no matter how I tried to remedy the situation, I couldn’t get it right.  Was I simply disobeying instructions?  Was I a rebellious child who needed to be disciplined?  I didn’t think so then.  And, I’d like to think there was/is more to it even now.  But, something denied and occasionally continues to deny me the right to be right in the eyes of others.

Starting probably in high school, I began to distrust people and shed my optimistic naivete.  I began to realize reputations were often lies cooked up to make/demand more money.  I stopped buying into brand names and started scrambling to find my own unique path.  Pretty soon, it seemed no one was left to trust.  Nearly everyone used the same words (I didn’t like) and didn’t seem to care if what they did or said upset me.  Some even snickered and chided me for reacting defensively.  I wasn’t about to trust people who snickered at me when I was upset. 
It’s probably gotten worse over time, the nagging question of trust.  What (commercials) do I believe and which do I just brush aside?  Who’s selling a scam, and who’s trying to offer genuine help?  [I know I’ve made my share of stupid financial decisions, already.  And, I don’t want to continue the trend.]

On top of all this, the judgement of others has influenced MY judgement of others.  I am fairly certain being critiqued and questioned much–if not most–of my life has made me a judge/critic o others.  It’s like carbon dioxide spewing from my mouth.  I don’t consciously take pleasure in it.  But, it happens like breathing.  And, only with aging and deep reflection do I comprehend the reactions of many I meet.  I wouldn’t be too comfortable around someone critiquing my decisions/choices every day.  If they don’t accept me as I am, I know I’ll be on guard/defensive.  However, I think I am possibly more tolerant than some I meet who are quick to turn silent and distance themselves.  I think.

I went through elementary school with a handful of those I’d call friends.  I was lucky if two stuck by me for more than two years.  One did stand by me for nearly ten years before we lost touch.  I went through high school lucky if I had one friend who stood by me for a year.  Every following year, it seemed people changed, and I once more found myself grasping for a life preserver.  As I got out of school and into the working world, making friends became even harder.  There might not have been as much gossip going around, but it was (and has been) difficult to socialize with anyone without some supervisor/boss finding fault with this.  Take it outside of work?  I’d sure like to do that.  But, I can’t seem to find the right words to convince anyone to try it.  No, I was lucky if I could talk at work.  Anything more was cutting into their time with other people.  Or, I didn’t/don’t fit their “circle” (age group).

So, here I sit, with a number of tasks stacked on my “to do” list and little to no “stamina” to see them through “simply” because I feel the need to have some…support (sort of like a small child counting on their parent/s to be there for them) and/or companionship.  And, every day I don’t tackle one of those items, I feel guilty.  I feel lousy.  I endure tension in my body which clamps a vice on my elbow and tightens my breath.  I look around me and tremble, wondering who I should chance speaking with about what’s bothering me.

Then, I look at the computer and think back to all the years I already spent on the thing hoping to make better connections with people far from home.  On top of paying an internet service bill, my eyes have paid for my time here.  And, what do I have to show for it?  Some foggy, bittersweet memories of people who would mean nothing to those I deal with on a daily basis face-to-face. 

I listen to/read/watch the local news and try not to absorb all of the negative, frightful and discouraging crap that goes on here and in other parts of the world.  [I don’t enjoy it but need to stay informed lest I be completely unaware when some important stranger knocks at my door over something I missed.  It’s better (for me) than trying to scan a tiny screen flooding my hands with battery “heat” and wireless transmissions and waiting for my eyes to cross.]

I worry–one of these days–someone is going to come along and pack my life up in a heap or stack of boxes, leaving what’s left of me in the dust with no redeeming sense of satisfaction.  I worry I’m either going to end up homeless, starving and mad…or locked away somewhere because I failed to follow some procedure which was intended to create order even though it upset my soul and the souls of so many others I may encounter.  I worry what the future may bring as stupid humans chase their whims with little to no respect for who is involved/affected by them.  It’s like watching two infants fight over a toy.

Part of me hopes everything will work out for the best (including my best), and that all my worries will be smoothed out by reassurances I simply had to age to find.  Another part of me anticipates some drastic disaster (or prolonged waste of time and resources) that will turn this world into one of those futuristic, dystopian movie settings with robots running amok and people fighting in filthy streets for the last scrap of food or clean water.  If you want my opinion on the possibilities of alien life/worlds and making contact with them, I’d say the aliens should–and probably do–keep their distance until Earth straightens itself out (unless they have the strategy/means humans fail continually to find/establish, the ideal road to mutually beneficial compromise and teamwork without competition over money and/or land).  Otherwise, they risk becoming the next batch of slaves (by feeding human greed) or starting another senseless war (by being viewed as a threat).  Just like those who get divorced struggle (well, some struggle while others jump right into another hot mess) to shed the baggage of the past and start anew, I am not sure the aliens could presently handle Earth’s baggage if they hope(d) to start a friendship.

Some of you out there (here) might come from “broken families” and find it “easy” to take command of your own lives…because you “have to” to survive.  You might not like it, but you see no other alternative to calling hotlines and consulting complete strangers for assistance.  But, for me, growing up with the confusion I did and feeling burned by those I “had to” trust early on, it’s excruciating (like an elderly person who can no longer stand with ease trying to go to the bathroom alone) for me to take those chances.  I don’t multi-task well.  I forget things and miss details when something unexpected suddenly overwhelms and preoccupies my mind.  I fight the forces that drive others to suicide almost daily.  [But, in the end, I may have no choice.  Yet, people say, “There’s always a choice.”  And, I wonder…]




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