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I was talking with a dear one this weekend about issues-you know, mommy issues, daddy issues, high school issues, personality issues-all of the stuff that the self-help folks encourage us to address, all of the stuff that we carry around while promising ourselves that we are going to deal with it and heal from it at some vague point in the future.
And I had a crazy idea…what if…we are really ok? Just as we are? Perfect in our imperfections.
I don’t mean that we don’t, all of us, have our stuff–of course we do. But what I do mean is that the standards of measurement for what is & is not normal, average, ok, acceptable might be really off, and that secondly, even if we are broken in some deep way, there is a beauty and grace in being broken too.
In fact, sometimes being broken is the only way that the richest, best, most honest and also most vulnerable part of ourselves can be brought to the surface, enriching our lives and the lives of those around us with its deep ichor.
For many of us we carry around a sense of all the things we are not, can’t do, have not accomplished-even if we are not part of one of the big three Monotheistic religions, the idea of original sin, and of us all being born into a fallen state has influenced this thinking to the point where too many of us feel irredeemable and would not know where to look for redemption even if it was a concept we accepted. We don’t focus on what our unique talents, abilities, dreams, pleasures, and joys are…instead we engage in the never-ending cycle of self improvement.
Now, I definitely possess a can-do attitude, I am a problem solver by nature and affinity, and I don’t think that there is enlightenment to be found in chosen or created suffering-in short I do not advocate anyone staying in a place of victimhood or reveling in the wounds that we all of us have experienced-but I also suggest we be honest and kinder to ourselves. We are all flawed, all scarred.
Flaws are interesting-the create breadth and depth where before there was narrow shallowness, scars are sacred-and become the toughest parts of ourselves.
What is instead of trying to constantly fix, upkeep, and improve we started running, playing, jumping, and enjoying life right now, just as it is in all of its sweet glory?