Resilience (noun): the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties
To me, life is all about resilience in the most generic form. In other words, how we respond to events, situations, feelings, etc. determines how resilient we are, and therefore, how overall happy we are. Resilience is all about bouncing back from negative situations, responding appropriately to a dilemma, and communicating with others effectively and in a healthy way. Pretty much, resilience is all about accepting, responding, and building yourself back up to contentment.
Here is a poem I love about the topic to depict it in a better way:
There is nothing beautiful
about the wreckage of a human being.
There is nothing pretty
What is beautiful is
as they display an ocean of courage
when they pick through the wreckage of their life
to build something beautiful brand new,
against every odd
that is stacked against them.
– Nikita Gill
The Journey by Mary Oliver
This is a poem I read in the new book I’ve been reading that I mentioned in a previous post, titled “First, We Make the Beast Beautiful” by Sarah Wilson. I am only 15 pages in and am hooked and amazed at the power behind her words! I wanted to just quickly share a poem by Mary Oliver that she references on the 12th page, titled “The Journey.” This poem moved me to tears because it paints such a vivid picture of anxiety and the strength and determination it takes to overcome it/battle with it daily. Let me know your thoughts.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
misconception of it all…
You know those days where it feels like no-one really gets it? They say they do, but their actions show that they really don’t? Yeah…I’m having one of those days. Here is a piece that came to me so quick, I wrote it in my journal in about 2 minutes and the pen didn’t stop moving. Here is the word vomit:
What rhymes with anxiety?
What rhymes with society?
. . .
Silently watching like they’re at the zoo
Why does it feel like no-one has a clue?
Watching, waiting for our next “unpredictable” move
– – how about simply asking “how are you?”
The ONLY word I can describe it as is – melting, overwhelming, depressing, rebelling, dwelling…
. . .
Who is there, helping?
Who is trying to understand instead of judge?
How about we show some compassion before we misinterpret and misjudge?
. . .
Just because in the moment it doesn’t feel like anyone is listening, doesn’t mean it’s true! Emotions can feel heavy, but we have to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. People DO care, whether we want to believe it at the moment or not. Yes, I act out on my first emotion at times also, but being able to write poetry and journal allows me to ‘spill’ everything I am thinking out onto paper and therefore help me prioritize and rationalize a little bit better. When I read what I write back to myself, it all doesn’t feel so “big/heavy” as it originally did. I’ll end it on this:
Today I am grateful for:
- Having people in my life who DO care and WILL listen, all I have to do is ask appropriately.
- Having a job where I can help others with mental struggles.
- Being able to rationalize my emotions better than I used to.
cleaning out the closet…
My previous blog post gave me some inspiration! Love when this happens. The poetry that I always love most are the ones that came to me spontaneously, without straining myself to come up with something to write.
Looking through the designer hole in the wall
Asking why I ever needed these at all.
Still with tags 70% of clothes hang
I keep them in belief I will wear them and change.
. . .
Looking through the hole that stores my mind
Asking why I always feel the need to rewind.
Still is my body as I sort through these thoughts.
Realizing they are all self-taught.
. . .
It’s not too late to return these, I reassure myself
Think about it, if you do, you will have more wealth.
As I start cleaning out the closet, I feel lighter
It’s time to start fresh, the future is brighter.