Sunday Story…Myths and LegendsLife throws each one of us the twists and turns that we need. Why do I need some of these things…the deaths, the losses, the heartbreaks, the economic disasters, the divorces, the pain and suffering and angst that occur? I mean come on who really needs these things? The stress of modern life is enough…the pollution, the degraded food supply, the economic uncertainties, the natural disasters (tsunamis, earthquakes), the un-natural disasters (nuclear plants), revolutions, and civil wars.
Maybe you are thinking it would be better to have lived a few thousand years ago when your primary worries would have been starvation or predation…no food or ending up being food. Your existence would revolve around getting enough food to live and making sure your clan of people was protected against the predators of the world.
Maybe we need them to show us the contrast between those not so good things and the really good things…the births, the love, the compassion, the successes, the joy and happiness. Maybe we need those things to test us in some way…to provide a trial to see how we might grow, to see who we really are, what we are made of, if you will.
It is entirely possible that all of those things are just that…a sort of cosmic test to see where we are on the spectrum of growth, a way to find out if we are ready to move on or if we are still stuck on some point. I am reminded of the Churchill quote…”Success is not final, Failure is not fatal, it is the courage to continue that counts.” Did you give up? Did you allow the event to change you for the worse? Did it get the better of you? For how long? Did it knock you off your center?
When these things happen…whatever these things are we will assign meaning to them. When we are young we make them mean things about us…after all, a child’s world is self centered and singular…it really is all about them. There is no room for any other interpretation. Then we spend the next set of years living through that interpretation, that meaning. Something happens and the child in me makes it mean that I am not worthy of love, I am not good enough, I am not tough enough. And then when I am adult I am still living out those meanings that a 5 or 10 or 15 year old assigned to that event.
Think back through your life. What happened? What are the significant events in your life? What do you remember? Can you pick out, without meaning, the facts of event? What actually happened? What was said or done….just the facts. What did you make it mean? How has that colored all the decisions you have made since?
When I was in about the 6th grade I got in a fight. Hard to believe, I know. It wasn’t much of a fight, really. One day after school a former friend of mine was hanging around with this other kid and this kid said something to me (I don’t remember what) and I answered back with a smart aleck reply (again, I don’t remember what). He punched me in the nose. I got blood on my favorite shirt. When I got home that day I hid the shirt in the laundry basket (brilliant strategy, I know). My mother found the shirt (big surprise!) and I had to explain why I had blood all over my shirt. I told my father the this kid, Eric Whitehead, punched me in the nose after I said what I said and my father said, “ Why would you fight with that kid. He’s the toughest kid in school.” (my father was a teacher and had a pretty good handle on the who’s who) At least that is what I heard him say. Those are the facts as I recall them these many years later.
So what did I make it mean? What interpretation did I assign to that momentous event? Well, what I heard was that I was not tough enough. I was not strong enough. I was not physically able to take on this challenge. That is the meaning I assigned those events and those words. I lived many years out of that paradigm. I made decisions to be tougher, stronger, bigger, badder, meaner than the next guy.
And then I realized the futility of those meanings. I decided to give those events, those facts a different meaning. And now when I think back and hear what I hear that day I find it to mean that I am strong. I took on the toughest kid in school. I may have gotten punched for my words but I didn’t back down from them and took one on the nose for the trouble. I am tough. I am strong. I stand up for myself.
Today I live out of that empowering paradigm. Not the disempowering one. Where are you living out of a disempowering conversation with yourself? Why? Why not make those events mean something else? Why not create a reality that serves you and creates the world and the life you want to live. Do you really want to spend the next 40 or 50 years in some story that isn’t true? Some story that doesn’t serve you and the greatness you could be?
Just imagine if you could catch these stories early in your life and assign them the kind of meaning that lifts and elevates your life and self confidence. We live in a culture that seems to celebrate the negative and the worst of the world. We watch things that tear people down and make them less than they were before. How can we help but not tear ourselves down. What if we assigned the highest and best meaning to those twists and turns of life? What if we gave ourselves the benefit of the doubt?
You are strong.
You are good.
You are worthy.
You are wealthy.
The world is abundant.
There is enough for everyone…enough love, enough joy, enough happiness, enough money, enough life.
Make your life mean what you want it to mean…not what some 6th grader thought it should mean. Do you really think an 11 year old should be making decisions for you now? Really? Get back there and do the work it is going to take to re-interpret, to re-tell those stories in ways that make you a hero.
Namaste
John
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