Yesterday, someone who doesn’t know me very well, but who has a passing knowledge of the events of my life, commented that, well, sure I would naturally have bitter memories but that I could learn to put them behind me. As I said, this person doesn’t know me very well.
I’m not sure how he took my comments about being grateful for those challenges, being grateful to the people who had abused me when I was a child, grateful because those challenges were what life gave me to create me as the person I have become, a person I like being very much, a person with a fulfilling, content and happy life, a life with no regrets.
There are people in this world who bungee jump, free fall, extreme ski, scale the highest mountains in the word, people who even travel to the moon and those who would, if they could, go beyond that! I’m not those people. For me life has been adventure enough and, in retrospect, the best adventure I could possibly imagine.
As a kid, when most of the hideousness was going on, I had no idea that life could be any other way. As a kid, all you know is what you know… at least as a kid in the 1940’s and 50’s. Today’s children are blessed with the capability of knowing far more about what the world has to offer, good and bad. Back then, you knew what you knew and that was about it.
I was blessed; I know that now. The Spirit aspect of my self spoke loud and clear and took me in hand early on and so, while I had to endure what I had to endure, I had help. It’s long been my opinion that Spirit picks the path, picks the right body to enter to accomplish its goals as an embodied creature, and then jumps into the challenge of seeing just how well it can navigate being Spirit in the material world, inhabiting a body that has a mind.
For most of my life, Spirit has led the way and I have followed, doing my best to keep up. The teen-aged years, twenties and thirties were the most challenging… but that, as I understand, is true for a lot of people. Once our egos develop fully, it can be difficult to shut them up; Spirits small voice can become muffled by the ever talkative mind… but Spirit figures out a way- it always does. Though by that point – almost inevitably a critical turning point of some sort – part of the challenge is figuring out how to quiet the ego and allow Spirit to take the wheel again.
It’s easy to fool yourself into thinking that you’ve surrendered to the inevitable adventure, easy to tell yourself that you’ll win this particular challenge, whatever it is… but winning is never the point of this magnificent adventure… the point is living it. Because in the reality of time/space, this adventure never ends. Life is a magnificent challenge to be learned from and cherished.