A very dear friend of mine is going through some really hard times lately and it has made me conscious of this question again… what kind of person am I in a time of crisis?
One memory I go back to consistently when asking myself that question is a time when my mom was driving a friend back home after Catechism class. It was the dead of winter and her home was along a dark, tree-lined dirt road. We were driving along when the van suddenly spun out of control. I remember closing my eyes and praying feverishly; just losing my mind with fear. But my mom remained calm and somehow knew what to do and this big passenger van spun along on the road and came to a halt without any harm done to any of us.
A lot of times, or so they say, a person’s true character is measured in those kinds of instances. Unfortunately I’ve had a few of those, and the first number of times I was not someone I was proud of. I went off the wall, was sneaky and underhanded, passive aggressive, and vindictive. I took myself as a martyr, as a pity party for one, and as the victim of circumstance.
And then one of the times when I finally started to learn from all of it instead of taking it all on my shoulders and willing someone to run over my head with their car tires… a friend said something that stuck: “This is a shitty situation but even still, be someone YOU can be proud of. Keep your wits about you, my friend. This will pass.”
There was a long period of time in my life when I felt so alone. I felt so hopeless and I felt like I would and could never be someone I was proud of. I looked into the future and all I saw was inky, dark blackness. I was so tired. I looked at my son and my life and I saw a person in the mirror that I didn’t even recognize. I was tried. And tried again. And again. And again. Each time, I wanted to bury myself into the dirt so I would never have to go through it again, and frankly I questioned whether or not I even could.
I met people through all of that who actually took the time to hear me out. I didn’t speak much, so it was through an online forum that I was a member of. The only way I felt even remotely comfortable expressing myself was through the written word, so I joined purely out of an intense desire to be heard. After a while, I really started opening up about these crises I was going through, and they took my hand and led me through it. Because of them, I gathered up enough courage to reach out to my family, and then from there, years later, when it really sunk in that they loved and supported me through thick and thin, to open myself up enough to forge friendships in the physical realm.
There was so much I had to learn, and so many people I hurt in the process.
A technique I learned in therapy years ago, because I’m sure she picked up on my need for it far before I did, was something meant to balance the rational mind and the emotional heart. I can’t remember what it was called, but the theory goes that only when you can achieve balance between the two, can you even hope to start to find peace.
Frankly… at first I thought it was horse shit. Anything remotely positive was like an overtly-saccharine suppository meant to keep us smiling through the pain because nobody likes to see darkness seep into their happy little Stepford lives. I wanted to walk away with both middle fingers in the air AND flashing my butthole because I’d rather hang on to my misery than give into something like that, thank you very much.
But that idea, like many that very gifted, patient, and kind therapist gave me, had planted a very tiny seed. So small, but eventually I started to see something new. I’d always visualized my mind as this demon. It made me see them, so why wasn’t it also one of them, right? It seemed to always be working against me, waging wars and terrible storms. Contrary to popular opinion, it felt like my heart was what was good in me, but that and my black hole of a mind were constantly at war with one another. I wanted so badly to be a good person, and I knew I was – or could be at any rate – but my demon of a brain kept fucking it all up.
So, so slowly, that mustard seed of a thought started taking form until some crisis of life happened that made me start to really look everywhere else but outward… it made me take a good, hard look at myself. I really had no other choice unless I was to really and truly give up on everything, so I figured I already really hated who I was, so what did I have to lose? I saw that war going on in myself and I got onto the battlefield and I just looked. I felt all the feelings it brought up and I observed my own thoughts and my own emotions and my own actions, even the ones I had previously been too ashamed to look at.
I found that at the heart of it all was a really intense cognitive dissonance. I knew who I wanted to be, and every time I did something contrary to that ideal, I wanted pain in response to it. I wanted to beat myself over the head with it and I wanted to suffer for it. I don’t really know how, but eventually I understood that I was going to have to make peace between the two images I had of myself. I didn’t know how I would do that, but I knew I had to.
There’s a saying that the first and hardest step is acceptance. I don’t think I could agree with that any more than I do now, looking back. Sometimes you don’t have to know. You don’t have to have any fucking clue what you’re going to do; all you have to do is see it and acknowledge it. Then, and only then, will acceptance come.
I remember when it did for me. It came in the form of this really subtle feeling like I actually wanted to be at peace (aka “happy.”) Happiness is certainly everyone’s ultimate goal… but… is it? It was shocking to me to figure out that I actually wanted to be happy, when all I wanted before was to be miserable and broken and comfortable with that. I had no idea what to do with, and really didn’t even want, a “happy” life. It was just comfortable to stick to those ol’ familiar ruts of complaining and blaming and unhappiness. So to come to this place where I saw what peace really was, and what it meant to me, and that I actually wanted that… well. That was a shift in my paradigm, to say the least.
So I guess the more important question to ask might be along these lines… “Am I really willing to do what it takes to find peace? Am I truly OK with the fact that peace will not ever mean a life free from conflict? What will happiness look like to me then? Is that something I still want?” It might be wise to stray away from any kind of question requiring any kind of action. It might be wise to stray away from any kind of get-rich-quick scheme that those “HOW TO FIND HAPPINESS IN TEN EASY STEPS” websites claim. Sure they’re not all wrong, but in this immediate gratification culture we live in, the simple step of observation often goes well over-looked.
I’ve always admired my parents for their faith in God, and I’ve struggled for years with the knowledge that I don’t know God like they do. I see Him very, very differently. They credit their faith for getting them through incredibly trying times, and tell me that without faith, you have nothing. I do agree with them, although I see it differently. I don’t see God as any kind of anthropogenic force; I see Him in everything. I see Him as Nature; unfeeling and beautiful and raw with creative energy. I see Him as pain; in a mother who has lost her child, as a culture who is losing their history; in a country ravaged by war or famine. I see Him in the small every day acts of kindness; a smile to a stranger, a dollar to somebody who has nothing, a cold cloth to a child who is feverish. I see value in every religion. I see God everywhere. But if there was ONE… one way of thinking that really makes sense to me, it would be Buddhism.
With Buddhism, it’s the philosophies that drew me in and that kept me going when I didn’t think I could anymore. It’s what taught me to be introspective and compassionate. It’s what helped me merge the two drastically different people I saw myself as, and it’s what helped me find peace in living with both.
I find myself wanting to preach to people a lot. One of my weaknesses that I had to learn to accept was that I am an insufferable know-it-all. I’m smart but I’m not even close to being a genius. I can find answers to many things but I don’t have the answers for most things. I look at the things I write and then the things of teachers I truly admire and I see a glaring lack of Ego in theirs and a truly alarming presence of such in mine.
But a thing I love about Buddhism is that it helps you learn to bring it on back. Our minds over-complicate everything and the answer you’re searching for is often right in front of you all along. It helps you learn that everything is always a process. And more importantly, no matter where you are… that’s where you are. No judgement, no expectations, no nothing. Just acceptance… if you want it, it’s yours to find on your own terms.
For me that means re-finding my curiosity. I’ve always been SO curious, and that is the good part of me being a know-it-all; I want to KNOW. I want to observe, I want to learn, I want to see how and why things work and how and why people believe and think and behave how they do. I want to just know, and really… I just want to understand. But sometimes once I feel like I’ve figured something out, I commit the cardinal sin of thinking that’s just how it is. Because I figured it out, you see. It makes sense to me so thus it must make sense to everyone else if they follow the same reasoning… see? But curiosity… that’s the cornerstone of it all. Take the Ego out, and that’s the innocence that lies in that flaw. They’re all one in the same and there’s no need to be ashamed, because it is birthed out of something good and the action is something I can take and learn and grow with.
So I disagree with my first statement made here. The person you are in a time of crisis is the person you are, but that’s not the whole story. It will show you your deepest fears, it will bring out all the things you’d prefer stay hidden, it will definitely show you who your true friends are, and it will highlight things about yourself you maybe never even knew. But the blessed thing about times of crises is that strengths and weaknesses don’t even really matter. Time isn’t even a thing in those times, so why would such trivial things be of any note? And so there is one thing I will agree with… and that is people are made or they are broken in those times, depending on what they do with what they find. Let it break you and you might be surprised at what you learn. Or you might let it kill you. It’s not up to the circumstances, it’s not up to anyone else. It’s all up to you.
And on that note, I want to introduce carp fishing.
But this is far long enough, so stay tuned if you’d like! The next one will be far less serious, I promise.