How to Find Acceptance: An Essay
I’d rather asphyxiate on truth than respirate lies.
To honestly live in discomfort is better than artificial paradise. Reality is superior to fiction – regardless of how gripping the novel is.
Rain; blessed rain – that runs off of hair down shivering arms and drips from fingertips, should be embraced; appreciated same as sunshine.
When the sun radiates on daffodils and a summer breeze makes them dance, feet kick up dust and smiles kiss the clouds. Nature’s heat transfers to beating heart, and explodes in human jubilation.
But when the clouds smother light, and shield the fields from glory; when rain runs by the daffodils instead of feet, and the earth settles into a state of depressed acceptance, we hide in caves with steaming cups of coffee.
Caves thrive off of miserable weather; so do forecasters. Because we avoid discomfort at all costs. However, what makes sunshine better than rain?
Which Adam first decreed- that man should huddle inside of caverns during thunder and storm?
We, as flawed human-beings, must learn to appreciate the rain just as much as the sunshine; to be content with storm and sun; to appreciate life just as it is; to be in the moment.
Here are a few observations on the subject of acceptance:
We are creatures of comfort, who avoid anything difficult or uncomfortable. Peer pressure tells us what to do, how to act, who to become: and we listen.
Everywhere there are voices yelling at us to conform, to buy the latest product; to invest time, effort and money into a temporary system that won’t reward with happiness.
And yet, because we are broken – searching for love and meaning; because we are bombarded by this barrage of blunderbuss misadventure gift wrapped in beauty – in aesthetic appeal: we give in.
There is a dark void in the heart of every person. We fill that void with stuff, because that’s what we’re supposed to do. Or, we fill it with other people – but that’s not fair to anyone; society tells us that is what we need- and so we listen.
We need to break free of this system.
Venture out of societies comfort zone. To escape from caves, requires initiative and purposeful adventure into the unknown. Society forces conformity to an accepted pattern – to break free from that pattern is to find freedom; and to begin running through the rain.
The root of all evil is pride; selfishness – is the hidden disease that proceeds all other sins. We think that we deserve better, because we are survivalists – hardwired towards self –sustaining action.
Regardless of what you think or protest, your world revolves around you. Jobs, family, possessions, actions; they’re all just planets caught in your gravitational pull; they orbit around you.
We, as humans, are selfish. Yes, there might be brief lapses in inherent traits where we thrust a hand outside of our bubble and selflessly assist a fellow slave; however, at the end of existence we will be labeled prideful and selfish. There is absolutely nothing that you can do about it.
The monster pride stands brashly in the path of acceptance – he is the whisper of more in our ear during weakness. He is the sharp claws pulling you back down. And there is no way – absolutely nothing that you can do to escape his clutch.
What we can do, is admit that we can’t do it. That’s humility. Admit that we are prideful; and completely at the whim and mercy of the monster. Humility is the first step towards acceptance.
This is not the same as gratefulness.
Start seeing life as a complete package; good comes with bad, and bad with good. That’s just the way it is. Rain is just as beautiful as sunshine, if not drab and moody; it has a certainly pensive quality that stirs the heart and plucks the strings.
Same as sadness; which forces you to reflect on past experiences. The statement is true: “life isn’t all sunshine and roses.” The sooner you learn to appreciate the bad with the good, the better off you’ll be.
The mighty oak did not become old as an unbending fortress against the elements; rather, the long arms bend and dance through the wind the trunk stoops low.
The rain drips from it’s leaves which are shed and rejuvenated every year; it is constantly changing, constantly bending yet always the same at it’s core.
The first ring at birth is also the first ring at death; new rings are added each year, but they are never taken away. The tree’s strength comes from its beginning; from it’s experiences.
So also should we be; flexible under the elements, constantly rejuvenating, and a wealth of knowledge built upon each year.
Acceptance is not an original characteristic; rather, it is a learned practice.
Running through fields wet with rain is a forced experience – it does not come naturally.