Monday, 10 June 2013

Don’t get mad


"I've ruined your shirt, but don't get mad"
"Please don't get mad, but I've decided to go on vacation with another friend"
"I know I've arrived half an hour late, but don’t get mad"

I can go on, but I think we've all heard these sentences or their like in the past.
How do you feel when you hear such a sentence?
I get mad!
Not because of their content, but because of their message: "I can do whatever I want and you're not even entitled to your own feelings".

Since we're very young, we're told it's not ok to feel the way we do.
For instance, when a child wants to keep playing but their parents send them to bed – he gets angry, so he shouts or he cries. The reaction? In the older times it was "I'll give you a reason to cry ". When a child cries over not getting what they want, they don't need "a reason to cry". They have one, that's why they're crying.
The parent need to learn how to acknowledge that for the child this situation is undesirable and for not knowing how else to express their emotions – they cry.
A parent can teach a child how to better express their emotions, in a way that will be adequate or acceptable in society, but when they deny them the right to express an emotion, they deny them the right to feel it, for children don’t know how to separate an emotion from its expression.

And so these children grow and turn to adults who think they're not entitled to feel certain emotions and express them.

Let's take the most simple and common version – arriving late (I should know – I'm afraid the only thing I've inherited from my Swiss grandmother is the love for chocolate).
Most people regard lateness as a lack of respect towards them. Even those who know it is not directed against them, do not enjoy standing for 15 minutes in the street, waiting anxiously to the arrival of their date.
Of course, it's much more pleasant for the person arriving late to hear "it's ok, I don't mind."
But what if the person waiting does mind?
It is seen as "impolite" to get upset and so they are suppose to swallow their anger and pretend it is all well, just so that the person arriving late won't feel bad. Or are they?

Paraphrasing Shakespeare http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare , ("The merchant of Venice" http://shakespeare.mit.edu/merchant/full.html ) when something is funny I laugh, when something saddens me I cry and when something upsets me – I get mad!

It is of utmost importance – giving PERMISSION TO OURSELVES to experience and express our emotions. Yes, the permission – or the lack of it – only depends on us. Nobody can give or deny me permission to feel the way I do.

And so, when I remember to breath deep in spite of my anger, I can give myself permission to feel anger, if this is how I chose to feel. And I can tell the other person that I have a right to feel angry and even act angry, although it's uncomfortable for them, just as they have the right to arrive late.
If I remember to breath deep, I can express my anger in a constructive way (the kind which promotes communication with the others. Screaming and throwing things about the room isn't constructive, according to my experience), without trying to hide my anger or deny it. Perhaps the person in front of me won't enjoy it, but I think it's a small price to pay compared with not being able to be frank and sincere with the people around me.

In one of my next posts I will address the subject of learning how to assume our emotions, our way of expressing them and the consequences of doing it (and also of not doing it).
I will also address the difficulty of dealing with people around us, who might express feelings which are uncomfortable for us.

Monday, 3 June 2013

Life is a journey, not a Destination




Many of us think that life is about getting somewhere, that there are so many things to accomplish, many things to obtain.
We're suppose to become something, someone. We should climb some mountains, travel down some roads.

It's true that when climbing a mountain, it's nice to reach the top, get a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. But what about the wonderful view spreading beneath us? Do we ever stop to look at it, or are we too anxious to reach our goal?
And when we do, do we look down there, take a deep breath, take in all the beauty, allow ourselves to appreciate the long way we've come, or are we busy looking for the next peak?

It seems like all we think about is the target: our eyes always on the map, finger glued to our final destination, that we're most likely to trip over a stone and fall…
How about looking around, enjoying the view, smelling the flowers, sitting down on a rock and having a sandwich, stretching our legs, resting?

Do you ever feel that you're always on the way to somewhere, but that you're never "there"?

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." Said John Lennon
I believe life is about living, not about getting somewhere.
Life is the travelling, climbing, experimenting, experiencing. And it is about learning: everywhere, all the time. Learning the world, learning yourself. And all this learning can only be done by the travelling. There's no learning in the "getting". You get the "getting" only after you've done some travelling.

And then there are the expectations: we imagine great things "when…": when we'll finish university, when we are older, when we'll "find the one" or have children or have this desired job or win the lottery. When…then everything will be perfect, our life will be perfect, we'll be perfect.

But do we ever reach the "when…"? Do we ever feel that THIS is what we were waiting for, what we've expected? Or do we rush to look for our next objective, next goal?

The journey is its own reward. Just like the famous cult movie "the wizard of Oz", it's not the wizard who gave the main characters what they were looking for, it's the journey they've been through that made them grow, learn and most of all – learn to appreciate themselves. Even thought they weren't perfect.

Maybe it's time to have less "to-do" lists, feel less stressed and worried like we're missing something, like we should be doing or having something that we don't. Maybe we can just be from time to time, maybe we can stop to smell the flowers (while we're still above the groundJ).

Maybe we can enjoy the moment. All the moments which make a life.

A wonderful Greek poet said it before me, and with much finer choice of words. Thank you Rosita for introducing me to the Great Kavafis.

ITHACA / K.P. Kavafis

As you set out for Ithaca
hope that your journey is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them:
you'll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare sensation
touches your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope that your journey is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors you're seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind-
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and learn again from those who know.

Keep Ithaca always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so that you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.
Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would have not set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.