OUR WOUNDS & THE DIAMOND WITHIN
26 April 2015 9:59 PM
My friend,
I have been thinking the last few months about our wounds. The more I see, the more I am moved, and the more compassionate and understanding I become of every person's journey and difficulties. When I look at each person in this world, I see someone who most likely has been wounded, who has had pain, and who has scars from living, fighting and surviving.
And I've been asking my self, "Who's not wounded"?
Who hasn't experienced the pain of a heart break? Who has not cried over the loss of a loved one? Who has not felt pain over the "betrayal" of someone they trusted? Who hasn't?
Who has not been excited, then suddenly become disappointed? Who didn't grow up with illusions of living happily ever after, then sooner or later face the reality of life? Who hasn't?
Who hasn't been stolen from? Hit or made fun of? Who has not been marginalized or taken apart by those who felt stronger through violence? Who hasn't?
Who didn't chose to create a wall to protect a seemingly fragile heart after so many hits? Who has not been depressed at one point or another, risking all hope to continue living, or losing trust in humanity as a whole? Who hasn't?
Who has not cried over saying goodbye to someone they loved, because they knew it was for the better? Who has not lost a father, a friend, a son or a daughter? Who has not made mistakes so big they feel life can never be the same? Who has not bet all they had on a dream that didn't come through? Who?
Who in this world has not been touched by some calamity or another? How many of us have lived in war zones, seeing violence face to face, looking at its coldness and inhumanity? How many of us have experienced an injustice, especially from people we thought were our friends? Who hasn't? Who?
Who hasn't had trouble, at one point or another, to then wake up trying to find a reason to live that goes beyond just making a living? Who hasn't tried hard to love oneself, failing again and again? Who hasn't been rejected, denied, shut out or shunned? Who?
Who in this world can say they have not cried over the loss of their innocence? Who hasn't wished at one moment to live again in ignorance, as if not knowing could make things better? Who?
Who hasn't prayed for a solution to problems we don't understand? How many of us know there's something wrong with the world, and we want to make it better but we don't know how? How many more have been scared to confront reality and what is really going on, preferring to live in a delusion made of lies and pretense? How many?
How many children in this world will never know what it means to be happy, and what it is to play? What it is to have enough food, shelter and care? How many rich in material wealth do not know they can live with less and be as happy as when they were a child? How many in the middle class seek to appear to be more than what they believe they are? How many? How many incur debt to buy things they don't need, just because others have them? How many want to be like......instead of being themselves? How many?
Tell me, tell me...who has not been wounded or has pained? Who has not cried or been angry about their state or situation? How many want to deny and ignore, knowing deep within they are lying? How many? How many?
How are we to judge then, those we believe are wrong? Who are we to say who is mistaken and who is right? Who are we to say what is the right way to live when we may have made more mistakes than most? How could we?
If anything, every time we look at one's face we could see what they want to show and what is really within, their history and heart. And when we talk to each one, we want to talk to the real one and not who they appear to be, so we can cry together and become honest and humble. The more we do this, the more we may heal each wound, each confusion, each misunderstanding with the realness of love, compassion and the understanding that we all want to be loved, understood and cared for.
If we all reach out our hand to another, we would one day know another's pain as our own and our own as another's. Then we would not feel as wounded because we would realize we wanted what everyone wants, and that what we sought could not have been given by those who have been as blind as us. How could we judge them? How could we?
And how could we judge those who judge us, as they may be as blind as we have been but they just don't know it yet. When their heart has enough pain, they will see they are as vulnerable as all and as scared as most.
Let's then share with one another, talk with one another, and understand one another to heal our hearts that have desperately asked to be cured from the diseases of apathy, indifference and denial. To then discover they were just cover-ups for our tears, anger and fear. Let's not be scared of the light, let's get closer to it so it can melt all that is not, to reveal what truly is, which is our Self, our diamond within. It is a jewel we have protected, believing it could be hurt when it was invincible in its kindness and love.
Go on then my friend with this strength which was always yours, touching all who want to be real, but don't know how. Touch them gently, talk to them with honesty and care, and be a shoulder for their pain and a friend for their tears. And if no one says thank you, know yourself, in your soul, that you did good and that was enough.
If you want to share your own journey, experiences, feelings or thoughts, please do so in the section below.
Kindly,
Edgar Boone