My parents were never able to provide the emotional support or conscious partnership that each required from the other. They valued things differently. They certainly communicated in different love languages. They were never able to express these concerns. They had children, so they pushed through — but this, too, in my opinion, was a mistake. They came from a different generation, and from a different culture, one marked by struggle, endurance, perseverance, self-sacrifice, and, unfortunately, a deep-seated quiet desperation.
Tag: self inquiry
There’s a saying, that if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.
Many of us experience this, or a variation of it, often pretending to be okay with it, primarily in our relationships… the most debilitating of which is often with ourselves.
I used to think I would never be worthy of a worthy partner in life unless I made something of myself. Though I know where that came from, I’m still not entirely sure what it means. These tenacious weeds are something we all have in our gardens, don’t we? What I do know is that it is not only a story but also a spiritual and emotional prison, never mind a self-imposed penance for an imagined crime. Though it takes time for the scars of shame to fade, I’m grateful that awareness has engendered the slow but cumulative healing process.
The world is changing dramatically, though perhaps this has always been so. Privately, we might increasingly prefer solitude, intentionally isolating ourselves as a practice in order to integrate and innerstand all of the intense energies that are arising. Or, we may choose to avoid the process by immersing ourselves in constant busyness and the maddening, unfulfilling rules of the matrix.
Everyone finds their way back to the truth in their own time. No one needs preaching, outside influence, or any other kind of contrived manipulation to guide them home, not even from those who may genuinely believe themselves to be well-intentioned and benevolent.