The Story I Don't Tell Myself
What fascinating and insightful reflections! I received the same request and also found myself thinking about what seems to have been my mother's personal narrative: "Look on the bright side." That was problematic for me, because I often felt pressured to ignore or gloss over any of my feelings that weren't bright and happy. Your personal narrative seems to bounce off your mother's and move to a place that improves on it. So does mine. I want to focus on being happy, but in a way that acknowledges the reality my times of unhappiness and suffering, using them as a sort of launching pad to happiness.
1/17/2013 05:52:49 am
Thank you, Margaret. I have this idea that once we stop learning, the very point of our existence ceases to be. So I lumber along, chewing on the gristle of my own experience, trying to shape an improved path for myself. Certainly I want to—would love to—enjoy happiness along the journey, but I don't see happiness as the vanishing point. Betterment might be the word I'm searching for. As in: If I am a better person when I return to the earth, I will have done my work here well.
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Nancy Carol Moody
I'm a poet and a letter-writer. Yup, that kind. The kind who uses pens and paper and actual stamps. The kind who will leave the house with nothing on the agenda but to get to the mailbox before the scheduled pick-up time. The kind who understands that technology is a wondrous thing, but nothing quite beats finding a real letter with a real stamp on it amid the credit card solicitations, pizza coupons and seminar catalogs.