In general I adore the word WHY. Asking ‘why’ keeps us curious and looking for answers outside of known walls.
But there are times when throwing-around ‘whys’ can be completely useless, and at worse, destructive.
Receiving a grim cancer diagnosis.
Going through a separation you didn’t see coming.
Unexpectedly losing a job.
Staring at a nursery that remains empty.
Overcoming the passing of someone you love with every fibre of your being.
At any of these points we might fall to asking… why…?
When we’re desperate and in pain we can, almost subconsciously, turn back to a Source overlooked in our everyday lives. With faces upturned, we ask a great rhetorical ‘WHY’ …. of God, of Divinity, of an unquantifiable Universe;
‘Why me..? Why now..? Why did this have to happen..?’
Sometimes we’ll throw-in filthy expletives, wave our fists, and bawl our eyes and very Souls onto sodden pillows. At other times, we resort to begging. ‘Please, PLEASE, I’ll doing anything to change this, to make this better, to make this go away.’
The rage and the pleas, the wet cheeks and cry-dribbly nose, they’re all part of ‘dealing.’ But, the WHY? The Why, when held to for too long, holds us back.
Repeatedly asking ‘WHY’ can cinch us to the past, prevent us from accepting what-is, and pin us to a picture of a life we once had, or long imagined.
Your innermost beliefs largely determine how you deal with unknown WHYS.
Life’s curveballs can mould you into bitterness and cynicism, or, on the other hand, you can take that curveball, study it’s thread, hue and contours, and peg it right back. Which is to say; pick-up your skirts, and rally your mind and heart to the cause.
Perhaps try this on for size:
“I’ve got no [email protected]#*ing idea why this is happening (a well-placed F-ball can be deliciously soothing). But I truly believe everything I experience in my Lifetime, happens for a reason, helping to broaden my sense of empathy, widen my reservoir of wisdom and magnify my capacity for illimitable Love.”