A protest that cannot be articulated, is a protest spawned by futility, to feed futility.
My contempt for what I am presented with is rarely expressed plainly. My reservations to express at all is grounded in years of ridicule and dismissal around issues I have held with great conviction. Experience is a bitter pill, whether swallowed or not. Each cycle of decay results in a shortening of the fuse that prompts us into action. I believe that our response at break point is chosen long before we reach that point. It’s not something that happens instinctively. Instead, it has been internalised for so long that when we do reach that tipping point, no contemplation or deliberation is needed. The response is not intended to be measured. It is intended to finally release the silent protest that we chose not to express outwardly for reasons that suddenly fade from significance.
Silent protests are born when our pleas for sanity or reason go unanswered in a setting that we feel compelled to embrace. It’s a cry for recognition of who we are and what we need that has fallen on inattentive ears, or calloused hearts, leaving us bound to the commitments we once made, while resisting the urge to respond in kind lest we be reduced to the same stature of that which we have grown to despise. But the contempt is not easily expressed. The contempt is reined in to ensure that the commitment remains the priority. After all, in the absence of the commitment, no such claim of aloofness would be credible.
So the silent protest plays out, often for years, and assumes a sub-conscious frame of reference that we rarely realise exists. The weightiness sets in, the lethargy overwhelms, the fatigue smothers, and the passion withers. Life ceases to be life at this point. Instead, it steps aside to allow existence to take over. Existence, then, becomes the final protest. It protests the onset of death, denies the potential of life, and secretly yearns for both.
Breathe. Exhale. Remind yourself why the silent protest started, if indeed you are able to remember, and decide if it is still worth the commitment you are trying to honour. If you can’t remember, then remind yourself about where your passion once flared, and use that as a point to return to in order to retrace your steps to the point where you lost your voice.
It’s impossible to be grateful for a blessing that you don’t acknowledge.
Like believing that we’re entitled to certain outcomes because of our effort or contribution.
Or believing that we’re entitled to be treated a certain way because we believe we’re a good person.
Whether those entitlements are true is not the issue.
The issue is that we are less likely to treat with due care and appreciation those things that we believe we are entitled to have in our lives.
Anything that is neglected in care or attention withers and eventually dies.
That’s how relationships deteriorate, and how our quality of life diminishes when we’re not paying attention.
Our absence of gratitude is therefore most often acknowledged only after the regret of the loss sets in.
Be mindful of what you have before you no longer have it.
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Gratitude is all that matters, because gratitude is not possible without everything that matters coming before it.
Gratitude escapes us when we don’t respect the effort needed to achieve anything worth achieving.
It escapes us when we assume that we’re entitled to an outcome, without considering our contribution that is needed towards that outcome.
It escapes us when we take for granted what we have, because we’re always focused on what we don’t have.
To appreciate the effort, the struggle, or the commitment needed to create anything of value, we need to first recognise the sacrifice, the hard work, the consistency, and the commitment needed to develop the skills to gather the resources needed to achieve it.
For this reason, we all have something that we give to others for which they should be grateful, but sadly, we cannot insert gratitude into their hearts for it.
We can only contribute the best of who we are, and appreciate why we may not always be appreciated.
We cannot give what we don’t have. The ungrateful one lacks gratitude for who they are and what they have.
Expecting gratitude from such a being is therefore foolhardy, no matter how significant they may be in your life.
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Wisdom is the re-finding of innocence.
We’re born innocent, but then life happens.
Almost imperceptibly, our innocence wanes, and our disappointment in life replaces it.
Focused on remedying our justified gripes with this world, we lose sight of our innocence that once brought us peace.
Our life then becomes a struggle to regain that peace, sometimes further contaminating our innocence in that effort.
Until, one day, quite by chance, we realise that peace lies in reconnecting with our innocence.
And innocence lies in relinquishing our justified claim for justice or retribution.
Our path then shifts from striving for peace, and instead, discovering why life happened the way that it did.
In discovering the why, the disappointment and bitterness recedes, and the space once occupied by innocence becomes available once more.
Thus, innocence is allowed back in, not because we pursued it, but because we allowed it to return.
Exhale, beloved. The breath you’ve been holding in, waiting for justice, is better spent exhaling the toxins that cloud your heart.
Let your heart rise. It knows how. We just need to stop weighing it down with expectations of those whose growth is not aligned with our own.
Exhale, beloved. A breath of peace awaits you.
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Three things that make us whole…
To be seen… Beyond the facade. To have the essence of who we are, known to those we trust and hold dear.
To be heard… Not only when we cry out, but also when we speak gently of the troubles in our heart.
To be loved… For more than how we make others feel, but to be loved for what we need in return, without having to claim it.
In that order, because a voice without an identity is not a voice. It’s only a whisper in the wind.
A face without a voice is only window dressing, or a trophy. And not a complete being.
And love… Love without a reciprocal embrace…an embrace of what we hold within, as well as what we willingly give, is an empty love that taints towards bitterness, rather than beauty.
Love beyond lust or infatuation is rare. True love is never abandoned.
I see you. I hear you. I love you. Three of the most valuable gifts you could ever give. But, you cannot give what you don’t have. For this reason, you must first see, hear, and love who you are, before you will be able to share it with another.
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