Slice 31
I’ve been so lucky, blessed, some might say, to meet and collect over my time in this simulation or dream or actual existence, so many people who care. And I tell you what, I’ve given lots of them ample reasons to give up. And some have, and I am grateful they stuck it out as long as they did and understand why my load, at times, has been too heavy to bear. Especially when it was mine, of my making, and I was ignoring all the advice and effort being given in the name of goodness and friendship and kindness and love.
While there are times in my past that, had I just snapped out of my myopic self-involved melodrama and went total soldier neutral, allowing others to steer me away from the rocks I loved to bash myself upon, only so I could blame the blood I left on said rocks, on said rocks (rocks which mostly, in retrospect, wanted nothing to do with me), I probably could have emerged from all my trauma, trauma-free. There have been cages I’ve sprinted into, locked behind me, and almost choked swallowing the key for that I remember thinking I would never get out of. Listing those who put me there before the key even started being digested.
Here I am. Now. So much behind me that took me getting out of my own way to put there.
I’ve learned a lot. First and foremost being that I still have a lot to learn. Day 31 is about looking back. Something I’ve put the time into to become an expert, but the time I’ve put in has been so tainted by false emotion that I am but a flailing novice. Knowing that is a gift. That awareness was missing for so long and is the main why behind the crippling flail.
Forgiveness goes hand in hand with allowing yourself to believe in the power of people to change. To grow. People I’ve been lucky enough to brush off well-meaning advice from and keep them around tried to tell me otherwise. In the name of protecting me. To tear me from my mantra and philosophy that patience and dedication would always win. My very Idealiotic-seeming belief that love that was pure and non transactional would bring even the most broken of souls around to the light. But it wasn’t that way of thinking that they were trying to shield me from. I wasn’t always patient. I wasn’t always dedicated. I was too often consumed by vengeance to be anything worth anything that said it walked in the name of love, or anything pure for that matter.
I upset and frustrated people. I couldn’t verbalize reasoning for them. I wore the darkness I felt I earned like an invisibility cloak I’d won for being the most unfairly hurt so I would have a place to hide after all the terrible tragedies I’d been inflicted with. I was always way too old to behave so unbelievably childishly.
Eleven months to the next slice check in. I am putting into writing that I still believe in patience and dedication. I hope this evolves in those 11 months. But now I believe in doing it right. There are people from my past who have things in their past that enabled them to alter my life in some way. In the dark days I would have omitted the understanding of those peoples’ pasts and I would have blamed them and I would have highlighted that the way my life was altered by their actions was negative. But my life was altered because I allowed it to be. I know that now.
I also know that there are some people from my past who have not grown. Who have changed in ways that only, sadly, kept them down the paths they were on when ours crossed and I got damaged. For them I still have hope. But for my own sake and the sake of those who stuck around I now know I must hope from afar and help when I can.
Because I also know that there are some people from my past who have grown. Who I didn’t give up on even though I was told to. Who I watched others give up on. I was lucky enough to have so many people stay by my side. If you are lucky enough to be in a similar situation, I urge you to practice the same when you can. How lucky it is to watch a flower, absolutely bloom, in a place where everyone, including you, thought nothing of the sort was possible. To miss such an experience, out of spite or pride? Well, I’m not really sure why else we’re here. Here’s to the continued, dumb idealiotic belief in human possibilty, love, patience, and dedication until next March.
I’ll leave you with what I tell my kids with fist bumps at the end of each day of the school year. Be good, be kind, be safe, and remember that you are loved.