Posted on | December 18, 2014 | No Comments
I’m sure everyone has heard the maxim, Youth is wasted on the young. When I was young that sounded silly. Now, in my 60’s it makes so much sense. Just when we think we finally understand how life works and how much more there is to learn we wonder where all the years have gone. That is the price of wisdom isn’t it? One must actually live through a variety of experiences in order to learn the meaning and purpose of what being human is about.
When someone asks me about my life and I begin my story I am often asked how I got through it all, especially since I traveled my hard times alone often with harsh judgment and abandonment by those I thought would always be around when tough times hit. I’ve learned that everyone has his/her limits of compassion and the ability to give. I’ve learned that is okay. My life is mine and only mine so no one has to give help just because I need it. That philosophy has saved me tons of grief. It has allowed me to move on in a positive, hopeful, and easier way. But that is not to say I have denied any honest disappointment or confusion about which way I had to go next or why trusted people seemed untrustworthy. I simply took out my pen and wrote it all out. I wrote about my emotions, my thoughts, my expectations, my wishes, my plans, my resources, and what I could do to create an open door for the next step. Was it easy? Heck no! Was it desirable? Heck no! Was it necessary? Only if I wanted to live a life without letting anger and disasters destroy me.
Claiming my life and its separateness from others put matters into perspective. I truly didn’t want anyone not interested in being supportive to walk a difficult path with me anyway. This was most difficult because we all need help when faced with tragedy and difficulties. I felt thrown into a position to face creating my life alone and I wasn’t happy about it. But it was a powerful way to find my unique inner voice and I had to become my own companion and allow my inner sense to direct me to do what I had to and go where I had to in order to take care of my health. Not all of this journey was desirable, in fact, in the last 15 years much of it was unwanted. Luckily, by writing my story day to day, whether in my journal or in books, articles, or poems for publication, I have witnessed the writing process save my life. I felt an inner power I didn’t fully feel before and it took over led me. As it turned out, that was better than the help I would have gotten from the people who turned away whose lives were a mess of their own.
I no longer keep my journals. I write and just as I cross days lived off my calendar, I shred my journals. I do not carry the past if there is a way to unload it except for the great wisdom I discovered. The price of wisdom is living difficult journeys, reflecting upon them, spending time knowing how your mind works so you can continue to create the life you want, and listening, listening intently to the power of the voice that lives within.
I recommend everyone write daily. Write for 30 minutes each day. Know your mind, face your emotions, study your actions, get the wisdom of what you really need to do for yourself because wisdom is all we use day to day when we need to make decisions and plans for the rest of our lives.
I wish all of you a wonderful holiday season and above all —
keep the pen moving.
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