Saturday, February 25, 2012

True Forgiveness is Understanding....

Forgivenss is not a feeling. It is not "you did this, but I'll forget about it. It is understanding. Understanding that things were as they were, and are what they are.  The human mind seeks  by all cost to justify itself; to make its view or its belief the "right" one, the "correct" one.

This tendency, or perhaps the job of the mind while giving us the ability to perform tremendous feats, is also, perhaps the major cause of our downfall.  If we never question our thoughts, never question our beliefs, we can never forgive...Forgiving is not forgetting, it never can be forgetting.  Rather it is the understanding of how things are. 

The old saying about walking a mile in your enemies moccasins speaks to this.  If we can truly do this, we cannot possibly continue to call them our enemy.  They then become our friends, our families, our nations and peoples.  I think this is even more true of ourselves, than it is of others.  There is not human human being alive that has not at one time or another made themselves the enemy, the one at fault, but is this true?  I think not.

Can we (I) look at our painful beliefs and memories, not denying, but challenging them?  Can we know that they are true absolutely beyond any shadow of doubt?  I don't think we can.  I have begun questioning my thoughts and beliefs about my family.  For many years, I've carried anger, angst, hate and fear in regards to the relationship with my family.  Until I was diagnosed with cACC and they discovered this rare birth defect I lived in a self imposed pit of despair.  I thought I was broken, morally bankrupt, just "not right."

Over years of dysfunction I projected my false beliefs on everyone around me, making them responsible for my suffering. In turn I amplified my  pain and anxiety, misunderstanding and suffering. Layer upon layer of false ideas and beliefs, thoughts and stories we tell ourselves daily and moment by moment that cause us suffering; it's not just unique to me it is something we do to ourselves but that I was thoroughly in the grip of and it has now become obvious to me.

If I were to look at my "track record", I can now, fully understand the reaction of those around me.  After all, we only have to work with, what we know, what we can see and understand.  When I began a road to decompensation in my 20's that went on for decades, I lashed out at everyone and everything around me.  Until recent times, I could not understand that I was/am not my thoughts.  Have you yourself, ever stopped to question this yourself.  If I/you were our thoughts, then answer this, who is listening to, who is believing and acting upon those thoughts?  

I still carry angst over so, so many of my actions, and yet what choice did I have, believing what I believed/thought?  If I could see no other possibility than what my thinking was telling me, I was in a prison of my own making.  I lashed out at my parents, my brother, and anyone that wasn't me, because I could not simply understand what was going on.  I said things to my own mother that I carried deep shame over, things no mother should ever hear their own son say.  I hated myself for this for many years.  While still taking responsibility for all my own actions, what choice did I have?

Now, I could attempt to justify myself and pretend that my actions don't "ultimately matter," (whatever the hell that means, but knowing what I know now, about myself, I have been able to go back in time, in memory, examining the reality of those around me, family, friends, etc...they had no choice either.  They simple had to, must have reacted in the way they did.  I have been able, since, to put myself in their own shoes, looking out through their own eyes, and I see the truth of it.

Where once, I saw uncaring, abandoning, cruel, mean and arrogance, I see a glimmer of love.  I clearly remember, in light of my parents not really understanding the depth of my birth defect and disability (there was no way they could have, it is only in light of modern science and the advent of the research now available regarding DCCs (disorders of the corpus callosum.) These two peoples giving their time, money they didn't have, devoting all their attention to me, my comfort, my growth, my adjustment and devoting much of their life (up to a point at least) to me.

Stewie & Brian, My alter egos!
I can't even describe the appreciation and love I have for them, since I questioned my thinking, about myself, them, and the world around me.  I know if they could for a single moment walk in my shoes (they tried for many years), see through my eyes today, they might be proud of how far I've come.  It just pains me, the years of unnecessary pain I inflicted upon myself over them.
I understand, I understand that mom and pop were perfectly themselves, lived, responded, reacted and communicated, just as they should have given what they had to work with...and I feel nothing but pride and love for them.

For those of you that actually have the opportunity to question your painful beliefs surrounding family and loved ones, and perhaps then have the ability to share your life with that before its too won't be sorry.

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