Since I began teaching yoga, guiding meditation and
sharing my "stuff" on facebook; I have received an out pouring of messages of
encouragement, appreciation as well as inquiries. As someone who was (and
obviously still is) seeking guidance and direction, believe me when I tell you
that it has been very humbling. I just share whatever is on my heart.
I have a different outlook on life than I did even 2
years ago. It’s like I received both a new heart and different eyes to see
through. I firmly believe in looking at the bright side and the lesson in every situation and in all encounters now.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t have my moments. I do. I
have a dark side. I get crazy mad. I am impatient. I have wild energy at
times that I feel I cannot control. I’m a smartass and I don’t always back down
from confrontation.
The cool thing is that no matter what I am presented
with, I know how to kick my own ass and I don’t get stuck for too long.
I generally don’t share these dark moments on FB, not
because I want to appear perfect, but because I feel that we manifest what we
dwell on, therefore (once again) I focus on love rather than fear, pain, grief
etc.
That said, my brother recently told me that he wishes
people would be more ‘real’ via social media and vent their problems instead of sprinkling fairy dust and pooping rainbows on them.
So... ask and it is given. I’m gonna be real. Right now.
For you, little brother.
I am more than SICK of getting hurt by people that are
hurt.
Now, you may immediately think that I bring this on myself. You know what? I might. I see the good in
people and I want to help if I can. I see all of us as perfect radiant souls and
I believe in the miracle of love. I assume everyone believes in the golden rule
and will treat me with respect. I am delusional.
We all have a sad story. Each and every one of us
has endured a painful situation. Of course there are varying degrees of trauma.
I get it. A lot of us have been left feeling broken by these experiences. This
is okay. This is the unfortunate ‘norm.’
What’s not okay is constant declaration of said
‘brokenness’ as an excuse for destructive, selfish behavior.
I AM FUCKING SICK OF IT.
Admitting that you have issues and need help is
NOT enough. It’s not a ticket to instant understanding and forgiveness from
those you hurt.
Being broken and talking about it all the time doesn’t
make you a victim or a mysterious dark emo; it makes you an asshole.
Yep, I said it.
You cannot continually take your pain out on people that
you allegedly care about and then apologize thinking that you have a clean
slate and clear karma. You can only do this so many times before you end up
alone or worse—surrounded by people that really don’t care about you.
I cried hard this morning because I am fed up with
irresponsible people that don’t care enough about themselves or others to get
help and stop the cycle of pain.
I kinda want to live on a deserted island with my children. Escape.
Am I being a dramatic? Yeah. I am. I’m
angry. (which is good).
(I hope this is ‘real’ enough, Matthew.)
Transformation is hard, but so is the struggle people
live in. It’s far worse actually. If you know that you’re making bad choices,
sabotaging yourself and those around you then simply STOP.
HEAL.
Don’t know how to start the process? Ask someone. Someone
loves you so very much.
If you disagree…
Talk to God. Don’t believe in him? Okay, well there is a
source more powerful than you that listens to EVERYTHING. Call “it” what you
will; just make contact. You will be heard and you will be guided if that’s
what you truly desire.
Take responsibility or be miserable for the rest of this
life and the next. It’s your choice.
Whatever you choose... stop taking advantage of people that
really care and want you to be whole.
Start loving yourself. Stop looking outside.
(and ps...don't think that i'll be mad for long. fuck that. i love, love.)