Much of my life has been a chaotic gong show. Much of that has been my own fault, though 99% of the time I got to those “gong” moments with the best of intentions but they, well, just didn’t end up the way I intended. So along the way I learned to blame. Not blame everything on someone else but I found ways to share the blame. My wife, boss, family, the government, the kids, fate, gods, – whatever seemed to fit. Maybe from time to time they even all had a share in the blame. But in the end looking at their share, be it real or imagined, harmed my relationship with them all. Tho as far as the government I could really give 2 flying farts in a fucktree about my relationship with them. But that is not really the point here.
I was doing the worst thing I could do. I was denying the most important relationship of all. The one I have with me. See, I used to know things. I used to know how I worked, knew how I felt about life, love, and those things I held dear to me. I trusted explicitly how I felt about those things. I did not believe those things, I knew them. But somewhere along the line I quit. I filled my life with bitterness, anger, hatred and a willingness to let anyone else do it all for me if they wanted. Those were things I knew before too. They were all part of the balance that was me. But I let them take over. Soon I was someone that my kids no longer felt good around, my wife felt uncomfortable around. But that was not all my fault was it? No no no – it was theirs cause they did just not understand the stress I was under right? Soon I jumped right on that ride and well I guess the missus does not love me, oh lookie there- there is someone that “understands me”. Well you need no great imagination to see where that led. That path was destruction. Destruction of my greatest love and of myself. Now while my wife has generously decided to stay with my sorry ass that relationship will never get past so many of the new walls in it until I do this. Fix me. Fis my relationship with me.
I began about 18 months ago a journey. A journey into me. To find what I knew, even though I had no idea thats what I was looking for. That may be good cause I found nothing. I found that everything I had once known was now a mystery. The anger, bitterness and hatred were still there and they were tangible but yet I no longer knew them. Slowly I have come to a place where I am willing to look outside of myself for what I may learn and then know. For from this knowledge I can reclaim the person I once was, with new wisdom and new strength. Better layers. This I compare to the flight of a hawk, the slow circling and examining.
Its all kunitsurati.