In Search of Meaning

September 28, 2008

A perfect morning

Filed under: Personal — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , — Robert @ 5:52 pm

This is what I call a perfect morning. I wake up beside the most beautiful woman, who turns out to even be married to me. We move out of our camper van to enjoy the tranquillity of the nature and the first warm sunrays. While my wife does her morning yoga routine next to me at the shore, I sit on the stool, sip my warm tea and observe the calm, motionless sea and seagulls flying around.

And then…

…then the dolphins start jumping out of the water about 50 metres away, just in front of us, and give us a 20 minute group show of cheerfulness and joy. What a honour, what a blessing.

September 27, 2008

Damn self-promotion

Sometimes I am so tired of myself, really tired of certain themes that have been around since the beginning of my time. Just today, bicycling across the windy Mediterranean island with my wife, I realized (again) that all my talking, all my communication is actually a method of my self-promotion. Every word, every gesture, every single bit of my reaching out into the world is actually my ego trying to impress people, trying to sell them a certain image about myself. Why do I want to share anything, why do I try to be funny, entertaining, smart, why do I ever choose to utter a single word? Why do I write this blog?

It is always in order to sell an image about myself, a certain story of a certain Robert, to make you people buy something I want you to buy. It is an endless self-promotion and there does not seem to be any sort of a way out of it. This is sad, so sad. The reason behind this is simple, of course. It is my need to be accepted, my need to be loved.

But, man, am I tired of that. I do not want to be in this sort of interaction anymore in my existence, yet whenever I open my mouth, it is my personal commercials that come out. I can try to purify myself and my mind, but I am existentially locked in my perception and my mind, so this is going to be with me as long as there actually is me. The only way of connecting with people without self-promotion seems to be simply asking and listening to them with my heart. No talking.

But sometimes I am tired also of asking and listening. So… To remain silent until the end seems rather appealing.

You see, my vision, the one I have been carrying with me for about twenty years now, since my first encounters with the deeper nature of myself and the life, is to strip naked, to throw all the ballast away and to enter this life and this existence fully, directly, without any filters, with no impression management whatsoever, with no games and bullshit. Just pure existence, co-existence.

With years, though, the reality is slowly dawning on me that this is not fully possible in this world. My ego will always be around and every single quark of my being will try to impress people. I guess this is what is called human life. And I guess this is what is called human need for acceptance and love.

And perhaps there’s nothing wrong with it.

September 26, 2008

Nature vs wireless

Wireless internet connection is a beautiful thing, we all know that. But it leads to a heavy duty addiction, people! Having a mobile phone with a w-lan function means that you keep pulling it out of your pocket every time you stop somewhere for a moment, screaming: “Look, I can catch 6 w-lan networks from here, 3 of them are open and so I can go on-line now for free, yeah, let’s check mail, let’s browse the web, this is so cool…” After about a half a year or so you do calm down and so a true addiction may not develop fully.

But, then you go with your van and your wife to a Croatian island to get four days of peace, nature and romance and in order to not be disturbed by anything or anybody, you pick the most remote and simple, unattractive, one-star-only camping site, with almost nobody around. Only to find out that even this camp is fully covered with a w-lan.

Hm. This was the devil’s trap.

We did bring our notebooks along just to have a couple of hours per day devoted to creativity, but with w-lan all around, suddenly there is this huge need to keep checking e-mails and internet (and update my blog) all the time and it all lead to ridiculous sights like this one:

Luckily enough, when the Nature saw this bizarre scene, it became furious and sent all the winds and the natural forces and spirits at us and it was no fun to sit outside with our laptops anymore. And we felt rather stupid to sit in the van with notebooks while the elements of nature were outside, waiting for us to play with them. So, we went out, laptops stayed in.

This time the Nature won, but who knows what comes next. Once everything will be covered with w-lan. Once we are all on-line non-stop, with the screens of our pocket computers projected on the inside of our sun glasses. Will we still talk? Will we still live? Will the virtual world become more attractive and alive than anything else? Perhaps the Second life will become the first one and this life will slowly be forgotten as an old fairy tale.

September 22, 2008

One person is enough

When working with people on helping them to handle conflicts in their lives, be it in their private or working environment, the first step, and a very tough one, is to shift perspective from the victim to the proactive one. Because every single training always begins with stories and explanations about THEM doing something to US. They are being aggressive. They do not cooperate. They do not know how to communicate. They do not open up. They keep attacking and being provocative. They have started it. They manipulate. They did this and they did that. They are wrong. My boss is terrible. My wife does not understand. My kids are irresponsible. My parents are neurotic. It is impossible to communicate with these terrible people and it is impossible to solve any sort of conflicts with them.

Isn’t this a nice perception of life? Enabling us to be all the time on the right side. With a feeling that our life is really hard. Unfair. No justice. Is God on a vacation or what?

Now, let’s face a few pieces of reality here. The fact number one is that there will always be difficult communicators around us, interacting with us in a way we will not like all that much. The fact number two is that we are often difficult communicators too (if you are never ever a difficult communicator, but always a perfect one, please stop reading because you are wasting your time here. You see, this is all about us, the imperfect ones.)

Fact number three: we have a fundamental choice here, to choose between the two possibilities.

The first possibility

is to happily agree that it is all their fault, go for a cup of coffee or a bear with all the like-minded people we can possibly gather and start whining over those terrible, immature, neurotic earthlings, throw some diagnosis’s at them and…, well and continue throwing our own lives out through the window.

Because this is precisely what we do in cases like that. We define as the essence of our lives something that is out there, something that has power over us, over our feelings, over our state of beingness. We sell out our life and our power of choice and then go into the lovely little impotent role of a helpless infants: ”They are doing this to us and there’s nothing we can do.” Rather than focusing on our lives, our feelings, our choices, our values, our needs, we focus on causes out there and this way we only feed this empty illusionary structures that do not get us anywhere. Frankly, I do not believe that whining can ever help a bit.

But, hey, it is a perfectly legitimate choice, to be an eternal victim of evil communicators. I mean, why not, if it meets our needs… Sounds like a fun way to spend a couple of incarnations. ;-)

The second possibility:

Instead of crying over the bad weather when the rain starts, we can put on a waterproof jacket and trousers, perhaps an umbrella, and go out, out, out, and start walking. And if we get a bit wet…, SO WHAT! As my blogging mate Razz says, let’s harden the fuck up.

Perhaps we can start with a bit of understanding of the situation: nobody is after us, really. These people do not wake in the morning and start making evil plans on how to drive us nuts (they actually believe it is us who are difficult and, well, I am sure they have a point or two here). They are just trying to figure out how to live their lives with as little pain as possible and as much fulfilment, happiness and meaning as they can. They are not trying to make our life miserable. Their behaviour is, as Marshall Rosenberg would say, just a tragically distorted expression of their own unmet needs.

And now the question is what are we going to do about it? Perhaps take some responsibility and initiative and try, do, act, persist, move. Because, from my perspective at least, although it takes at least two individuals to have an interpersonal conflict, one person is enough to solve it. Perhaps not entirely, but to start, to try and to persist. First attempts will, of course, not bring about any relief, but we will just keep trying, and at a certain point this other person may feel less threatened, endangered, may perhaps start to feel some hope and choose to respond, bit by bit. But if we wait for other people to do the job, I guess our visas for this planet may well expire before this happens.

So, let’s never, never, never ever be victims of this life. Never whine, never hide. Let’s take it all fully, engage, interact. Let’s live the life we want to live, be the persons we want to be.

And yes, it will take more than one attempt to become perfect. And a lot of failures.

So what!

September 20, 2008

Mamma Mia, here I cry again

Me and Marjeta went to see Mamma Mia! this evening and it was a bingo, pure joy for us. Ok, it is not the deepest movie that we have ever seen and neither does it have any sort of a mind blowing plot, but this was meant to be an emotional experience, not an intellectual one. And emotional it was!

One trigger of the emotions was the pure nostalgia that connects me with Abba. It was the first pop band in my life that I became a fan of, knew all the songs and sang them over and over again, sitting by the tape recorder. And, of course, I was deeply in love with Agnetha. Now, who wasn’t?

But the crucial thing for me was that the whole movie was about people coming out with the deeper self and deeper reality, and coming together on more fundamental levels. Yes, I guess it was the coming out and coming together that did it again. As it always does. And we cried and cried, ran out of handkerchiefs after half an hour already.

And it made me remember the sharing we had at the NVC training in July about the question why do we cry when we are happy, when we are touched. Why are we not just plain happy, like kids? They do not cry when they are happy, for the first few years of their lives at least.

So, the best explanation we came up with was that when we are touched, when we open up emotionally and get in touch with ourselves, with others and with life, when there is a sense of reunion, reconciliation, we feel two different emotions at the same time; on the one hand it is happiness, fulfilment, joy. But on the other hand we, at the very same moment, get connected with all the past pain that accumulated in us during the period of separateness. We re-experience the time when there was pain because of having no contact with ourselves, life or others. There seems to be some deep existential mourning and grieving going on.

This sounds so true to life, at least to me. For instance, whenever I watch the video I have posted a couple of weeks ago, I cry, every single time. It is always pure joy of coming out and coming together, yet there seems to be an awesome lot of mourning within me, mourning over all these billions of tons of separateness, barriers, distinctions and pain within us and between us.

Children, on the other hand, have not yet generated that many painful experiences and can still enjoy pure joy and happiness. May they enjoy it forever.

September 15, 2008

When the cat’s away…

With my wife being on a humanitarian project in North Ossetia for two weeks, I found myself with no time to write this blog. Now, how come, you might be wondering, having all sorts of dirty images on your minds. To tell you the truth, I was curious too, since I had expected to write a lot during this time.

After a carefull analysis of the matter I managed to come up with three possible reasons for this weird occurance:

  • I am doing all the food shopping myself. I do not like shopping at all, I do not like consumerism and my energy is terribly low when I manage to force myself to dive into this terrible experience. My teenage monsters do not help, but they do eat a lot, so I go often.
  • being without my wife to boss me around and tell me what to do, how to do it and when to do it, I am, of course, helpless, confused and overwhelmed with abundance of freedom from and freedom for. Basically this means a lot of time spent in trying to figure out what to do next, being existentially terrified of the possibility of forgetting something really crucial.
  • and last but not least, when the cat’s away, mice will play, so there’s a lot of pizzas-and-movies evenings with kids. Yeah!

So, when my wife comes home she will actually have to start another humanitarian mission in our house.

And, yes, we will need to talk and cuttle a lot in order to catch up, so…

p.s.: In the meantime, may I humbly suggest you read some of the tragically neglected stuff on this site, like things on safety, perception, zen, being the best, children and fatalness.

;-)

September 10, 2008

A beautiful shock

I believe everybody that has ever worked as a psychotherapist or a social worker, has heard enough heartbreaking family stories to be now highly aware of the consequences that certain ways of treating children create. I have, with years, developed such a sensitivity for that matter that it is not only rather stressful for me to observe parent–child scenes that are causing pain in children; much more, I started to notice that I actually automatically expect a power struggle to be happening at some point and so am all the time a bit tense when in company of parents and their kids. Not much, but just ready for the moment when a big one will hit the fan.

And yes, they often do happen to a certain degree, power struggles in which parents either go violent and want to have power over their kids, to win, to dominate, to have the final word, or going passively and become victims of their own little dictators, who at the end really freak out in these relationships with no clear boundaries.

These situations tend to evolve and turn into habitual nightmares in which parents go manipulating (…but don’t you love your daddy?), threatening (…if I see you doing this just one more time you are going to regret it!), laying guilt trips on kids (…our kind visitor is going to be very sad and he is going to cry…), lying (…I really don’t have any money left to buy you a chocolate…), evaluating (…you are such a selfish boy and you are making your mommy so sad…) and so forth. The latter one is a particularly hard one for me to hear since I have heard it so many times in my own childhood. And it was damn painful, confusing and isolating feeling. Terribly isolating.

Well, this is a post about good news, actually. You see, being ready for the worst, sometimes I experience a beautiful shock. The last one was when spending time in Warshaw with my newly acquired friend Ian and his little daughter. Of course, for about ten minutes or so I was in my typical state of alarm, but than I noticed how respectfully, with gentleness, patience, empathy, honesty, openness and love he was treating her. And I started to feel I was just melting down in a relief, just emotionally relaxing, breathing again.

Suddenly it was so great to be there, knowing I did not need to worry; he was going to handle everything in the most beautiful way. All her ups and downs, all her problems and demands, all her feelings and needs, all her worries and confusions. Man, was I enjoying their father-daughter company and all that day became beautiful, with love all around.

I don’t know, Ian, if you are ever going to read this, but thank you so much for infusing that day for all of us with all that love.

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