Broken

How far out there will you go? To make a point, to break a cycle, to take a risk, to save your integrity? When is safe no longer safe? Do you know how ice cold honesty feels? Are you courageous enough to face and live with the consequences of doing the right thing? Performing a role and lying to preserve the “act” are ingrained into society’s operating system.

Who among us is not broken? Who among us denies they are broken? If you believe nothing else, believe this: There are as many versions of reality in this life as there are creatures with brains. And they ALL judge. How can you possibly escape from the judgments of people who don’t know you? And the ones who do know you; do they really?

I grow evermore concerned about the growing plague of mental illness in our country, especially amongst our young. Addictions, depression, suicide, bullying, isolation, eating disorders, perfectionism, and sociopathic tendencies, to name but a few. The world of human carnivores is far from perfect; in fact, it is and has always been broken. We know this, so why not be honest about it, and ourselves? Our children are force-fed a diet of illusions and expectations never to be realized. They start off holding their parents on pedestals only to be disillusioned when they learn we are broken. They play with perfect Barbie dolls and watch perfect people on TV and magazines and advertisements, only to realize that they don’t look that way. They are coached to be happy, to get straight A’s, to never fail, to be wealthy; and then, when they become sad and hurt and abused and begin to observe failure all around them, they cannot reconcile it. It doesn’t add up. What to do?

I can’t pretend to know the answers. I am probably more broken than most of you, but I would suggest we need a paradigm shift. Treatment is good, but prevention is better. Early on in their development, let’s educate our youth in Ugly World 101. Yes, there IS beauty, happiness and fulfillment in living, but there is also failure, imperfection and brutality. Why not teach pre-teens about the psychology of bullying, or the deceit behind advertising, or how Mommy and Daddy are doing their best but they are not perfect, nor is anyone.

Who among us is not broken? I for one am willing to scream “I am broken! But it’s ok.” Alan Watts said that you can’t fix yourself, because the part of your brain that is trying to fix you is the same part that needs fixing. I agree. So, let’s stop trying, admit we’re broken, exhale, and let the healing begin. We really are OK. Peace, love, dove homies.

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2 thoughts on “Broken

  1. You know what’s sad? Even as we examine the process of healing, it’s always in a black and white manner of an injured or ill state, and a completely healed and healthy state. As if all human beings are capable of reaching this complete optimum health, only if we allow the healing to begin. It’s frustrating to me because healing in itself implies a lesser state of health, and even as a person is healed, it still implies a past of degenerate state. Which is pretty much every single person in this universe. Why is it we don’t have medicine to heal flowers if they have withered pedals? Or if it withers too quickly? Why is it that we can appreciate the beauty and momentary life of a dying flower, yet we cannot embrace a lifetime of a dying person?

    Ugh. It’s frustrating. Especially after living in an ashram in India for a month, and seeing how the yogis live in complete consciousness day after day. There I learned that every day, majority of us Westerners have the chance to experience bliss without even being aware of it. In fact, most people on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and blogs, all typing away comfortably in their room or in a cafe could be experiencing ultimate bliss. But they chose not to accept it. How?

    Your daughter and I ate some fish cakes this morning for breakfast. We took a 6 hour train ride back to my apartment in the city. We both feel really ill. She may have food poisoning. (It’s ok I am taking care of her DJ Rich!) This pain and discomfort is one we would never wish upon our worst enemies. (Well, maybe except when we get in fights with our siblings…) My point is, we just spent every second for the past hour vocalizing our discomfort and how we’d prefer much worst fates than to experience the symptoms of food poisoning. And we’ve both concluded, that it would be damn nice to not feel this pain. Which is pretty much 99% of our days of the year. The days we don’t feel this pain is heavenly in comparison to now, yet we live those days as if we are entitled to no pain. The norm. The expected absence-of-discomfort is a privilege we overlook, and I saw and acknowledged this privilege when I met Indian lepers in the streets of Rishikesh. These people only dream of walking on two legs like we do. Reading and writing and typing with all ten fingers. Feeding themselves with two arms and two hands. Sleeping comfortably with a wholesome and pain free body.

    Our body is our visible soul and our soul is our invisible body. And our mind, is the center in which our body and soul is connected. Where both become one and they become us. I don’t know where I’m going with this. It’s just interesting how perspectives change when we examine the day to day advantages we have, and how ‘complete’ and ‘healed’ we truly are in the things we are able to do and experience. Healing is not about becoming perfect. An ill person could never be perfect, because they have a past of illness. But any step towards acceptance of change and growth, I think, is a lifetime of healing even if it is only in the mind.

    Loving the posts DJ Rich. Can’t wait to read more.

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    • Kathy, I love your introspection and perspective. Thank you for sharing via your comment. First off, I hope you and S are feeling better. Please msg me on FB with an update sometime if you can. I certainly agree that degree of comfort or discomfort is relative. And I agree strongly about living in the now; experiencing that bliss. If you ever feel so inclined, check The Wisdom Of Insecurity by Alan Watts. All the best to you, and thanks for looking after S!

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