“Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
I want to write something for you, so I close my eyes and reach deep inside with both hands.
I fish around for a bit, searching the depths for something interesting to say. I find nothing. Well, that’s not entirely true.
I find some things, like a broken bottle, a toilet seat cover, and a old pair of boots. It’s just like that scene in Forest Gump, when Forest goes fishing for the first time.
It wasn’t always like this. I had a good place, for a while. I perched there, poised with pen in hand and a pensive air. I was cozy in my stacks of books, quotes, thoughts, musings and meanderings. But one day I got lost there. Those stacks turned into to towers that leered at me in the darkness. Those quotes began to taunt me, and my thoughts became my prison.
The towers grow taller as I race around my own mind.
I’m feeling frantic. I’m feeling scared now. I shove aside mirrors instead of looking in them. I don’t recognize the person I see right now. Where is the person I thought I was? Who was she? I can’t place her anymore.
Overhead is darkness, but if I look closely I can still see some light. Pausing briefly, I try to acknowledge the moment before the bone-crushing anxiety settles in again, curling around me like a boa constrictor.
That pause, as brief as it was, feels like an accomplishment now.
I strike another match to light the candle of thought, hoping that somehow I have out run whatever it is that taunts me.
Perhaps I even sleep a little, hopeful that tomorrow will be a new day. And it is, but it isn’t. The day, however new, is not immune to my fears which now outgrow me like weeds in the garden. I look to the sky, for hope, but see that too is useless. I get angry and shout for a bit. I wave my arms around.
I have no idea what I am doing here.
But instead of running away, I decide to stay a little longer.
“When we touch the center of sorrow, when we sit with discomfort without trying to fix it, when we stay present to the pain of disapproval or betrayal and let it soften us, these are times that we connect with bodhicitta.”
~ Pema Chodron, The Places That Scare You
So much of my life has been carefully constructed to avoid going within to the places that scare me. Whether these be awful truths about myself that I can’t stand (I make mistakes, I can be mean, I judge people sometimes, I’m terribly awkward in social situations, I suck in big groups), or broader internal constructs, I would rather avoid them than come face to face with them.
I mean, what if I am right? What if my deepest fears about myself are right?
All of this aversion has created a cycle that keeps me running though—and I don’t want to run away anymore.
I have no idea what I am doing.
But I feel like a damn Ghostbuster and that’s alright with me.
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Ed: Bryonie Wise
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