" When life falls apart around you it gives you time to reflect on your choices in people, places, and things."
Most of us do not take these situations as teachings. We automatically
hate them. We run like crazy. We use all kinds of ways to escape --
all addictions stem from this moment when we meet our edge and we just
can't stand it. We feel we have to soften it, pad it with something,
and we become addicted to whatever it is that seems to ease the pain.
When things are shaky and nothing is working, we might realize that we are on the verge of something. We might realize that this is a very vulnerable and tender place, and that tenderness can go either way. We can shut down and feel resentful or we can touch in on that throbbing quality
We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.
Hope and fear come from feeling that we lack something; they come from a sense of poverty. We can’t simply relax with ourselves. We hold on to hope, and hope robs us of the present moment. We feel that someone else knows what is going on, but that there is something missing in us, and therefore something is lacking in our world.
No one ever tells us to stop running away from fear...the advice we usually get is to sweeten it up, smooth it over, take a pill, or distract ourselves, but by all means make it go away.
If we learn to open our hearts, anyone, including the people who drive us crazy, can be our teacher.
The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is
that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or
sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and
compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about
looking into someone else's eyes.
Life is glorious, but life is also wretched. It is both. Appreciating the gloriousness inspires us, encourages us, cheers us up, gives us a bigger perspective, energizes us. We feel connected. But if that's all that's happening, we get arrogant and start to look down on others, and there is a sense of making ourselves a big deal and being really serious about it, wanting it to be like that forever. The gloriousness becomes tinged by craving and addiction. On the other hand, wretchedness--life's painful aspect--softens us up considerably.
Knowing pain is a very
important ingredient of being there for another person. When you are
feeling a lot of grief, you can look right into somebody's eyes because
you feel you haven't got anything to lose--you're just there. The
wretchedness humbles us and softens us, but if we were only wretched, we
would all just go down the tubes. We'd be so depressed, discouraged,
and hopeless that we wouldn't have enough energy to eat an apple.
Gloriousness and wretchedness need each other. One inspires us, the
other softens us. They go together.
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