One in three people reading this post will know exactly what I am talking about.
So yes, it’s an epidemic. A silent one, unless and until our inability to reconcile our life explodes in one way or another.
To reconcile one’s life. What does it mean?
It means to see that one thing has led to another; that there is cause and effect; that our right and wrong decisions and choices - and of course, mistakes - have created what’s in front of our noses.
It means that we can understand why certain things and situations didn’t work out. We understand the challenges and the lessons, see the lost opportunities and the well-earned rewards.
And everything makes sense.
Our life’s ledger is reconciled. We know that we have the hip bone and the thigh bone - and here they are. We can connect them very nicely.
And if any pieces of the puzzle are still missing, professional therapy like coaching or counselling will help us find them, no problem.
We can deal with limiting beliefs and childhood traumas; adjust our expectations and values; forgive our trespassers ( in hope that our trespassers will forgive us too ); heck, we can do a hypnotherapy session going all the way to our past life in ancient Egypt as Nefertiti to reveal what is hidden in the abyss of our unconscious mind that is working against us.
These are the missing pieces of the puzzle we can find.
But when there is nothing left to be found, we hit a brick wall. Our life becomes a paradox where nothing makes sense and… we can’t escape.
Cognitive dissonance.
There is no one to blame, nothing to blame; heck, we can’t even blame ourselves – because there is no explanation for what is going on. Not a clue. Not a shred of evidence. Nothing. Zero, Zilch, Nada [ I always wanted to say this ].
We feel like we are living a double life – internal and external, and there is no connection between the two. Or that we live in two separate realities, two parallel universes we experience at the same time. What’s going on??
Then one day we look in a mirror and we don’t recognise the reflection anymore.
Who is this old, fat, sick and depressed person, struggling through life, poor and lonely??
THIS IS NOT ME!!! - we scream, holding our head with both hands, impersonating for a moment Edvard Munch’s painting.
I am young and healthy, full of energy, with a fulfilling and hugely successful job or career, with many friends and loved ones around…my talents are oozing out of my ears… I’ve got the Aladdin Cave’s wealth and riches to offer, so where is all this in my life?…what the hell is going on??
Hello? Someone, anyone???
Crickets.
Cognitive dissonance.
Panic attack.
Psychologically speaking, this is the ultimate betrayal of oneself at the deepest level.
When we hit a dead end, the rock bottom – especially later in life – where there is nothing left to discover, reveal, unhide, unpack, understand, explore, fix, change, remove, repair, transform, transmute and heal – there is only one thing left on the table that we cannot touch:
Our non-negotiable destiny.
Truth is, we had agreed to be born into, and actually created this lifetime as a paradox, perhaps just for fun.
So the joke is on us.
And the solution?… What can we do to not go insane?
I will write about it in another post. Maybe.
Epiphany
In the middle of Nowhere
Which is my destination
My thoughts
are growing
endlessly
Running against the wind
I’m finding their seeds
Here
and
there
I keep calling their names
But only Echo answers me
Showing
the way
to myself
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