We try to replace the irreplaceable.
With stuff, with walls, with avoidance, with neglect. And, when none of those work, we go further. To places we wouldn’t normally go if the situation weren’t the way it was. Desperation will quickly erase the moral parameters of human ability. Emptiness is the forebearer of desperation. Anger, addiction, dishonesty, victimhood, blame; when the frustration builds from our unsuccessful attempts at replacing the irreplaceable, we go to those places. Somewhat unwillingly; sometimes unknowingly.
It’s not an uncertainty or any amount of surprise, the reason for the struggles we face. We try to put any number of different shaped pegs into spots that they will never fit.
What else can go where Love is supposed to be?
The most rhetorical of rhetorical questions. Nothing and no thing.
Yet, we try. We try and we try and we try with everything except what will actually help us get there. Why do we find contempt, discord, entitlement and judgement easier than respect, peace, humility and tolerance. Perhaps because of what we’ll see of ourselves that we’d rather not? How will you ever paint a room a new colour, if you never go into that room?
There are constructive ways to come to resolution and agreement and understanding, and ultimately, Love. It’s all the ways you would think; communication, patience, compassion, belief, courage, vulnerability. You wouldn’t use lunch meat to bake a cake, so how do dissonance and hostility factor into the ingredients toward Love? And, consequently, if you do think lunch meat can go into a cake, no one probably wants that cake. Some things are just true by the laws of the Universe. Salami cake isn’t one of them.
It’s not easy to communicate or to be understood, at times. Especially if we don’t know how exactly to communicate or even fully understand ourselves. But, those are not times of blame, self or otherwise, and victimhood. Nor is it easy to be told where we haven’t done enough or known where to do more. Those are opportunities for humility and to learn. Not to be on the defensive or look for immediate reprisal.
Fight, but fight for Love. Fight to be understood, fight for connection, fight for what’s real. We run away from the real fight, because we label it is a “fight”. We believe that it shouldn’t be a challenge, that everything should just fit into place; simple, easy and complete. And, it is true. Or, would be true if we didn’t get in the way. And, we get in the way of Love – make no mistake. Often, a one-person fight. Intrinsically, we want to be part of Love, yet we’re the same one that can’t face the honesty, vulnerability, trust and faith it requires. And so, when we believe we’re fighting, we’re actually retreating – running to the lower ground, not climbing to the higher vantage point.
There’s nothing that will fill the place where Love goes. It might just be a matter of letting it fall in.
Be Love.
