Part one
For most of my life I have held back on being happy when people around me are in pain. And I so want to be happy! When I am in this way of thinking and someone tells me about a problem they are having, I jump in to fix it or demand that they either fix it or suck it up and get over it already!
Part two
Then I learned that my happiness should not be dependent on others, that this makes them responsible for my happiness. So I dutifully added a new behaviour to my repertoire – keep the unhappy person at arms’ length, nod, smile, but don’t really engage: Don’t let them spoil that precious vibe. I even labelled some people as ‘downers’
Part three
I became familiar with nonviolent communication and now with caring science and learned about the joy of empathy. It is possible to just sit and listen to someone who is suffering and be with them and both of you appreciate and enjoy the connection. Sometimes an opportunity to help arises in the moment and sometimes something clears for the other person and whatever it is just becomes a little more bearable.
Part four
The thing is that the quality of my happiness has become so much deeper and more nuanced in these moments. I now know a calm happiness, a deeply deeply sad happiness, a happiness as soft and gentle as a baby’s breath, even a happiness infused with anger and purpose. It has been a long journey of learning and unlearning, and what is behind me lies ahead of me, but I will keep returning my wayward feet to this path. ❤
Thank you for sharing this experience and thoughts. In our work with refugees, we face these questions as well. My attitude is, to be there and talk.
Thanks. I imagine your attitude is very helpful to people who have suffered so much ♡
Thank you Rowena. This is beautiful
I’m almost out of 1 and swing between 2 and 3. Trying to remember to use the compassion (I once wore to mask myself) to replace the concrete wall I’ve built. This is a good reminder that 4 is possible and everyone is honoured.
Hi Mel, I love the mask and wall metaphors. The mask especially hit home – a mask of nice is what I wore. I think at that time I just wanted people to like me. Thanks!
Hi Rowena, I know the mask of nice so well. I’ve learned so much from being here in the Philippines about thinking your nice but really it’s about self-esteem and wanting approval.
I’m really glad I read this on your blog it’s kind of jolted me back on track. It helped.
Thanks to you also.
Mel xx