Some of us, even before we are born, are handed challenges we will face for the rest of our lives. It may be a physical defect, a lower mental capacity, or a personality disorder. We are judged the minute we are seen, and the reactions of those we come in contact with determines the view we take of ourselves.
As if that is not bad enough, often people are born into families of damaged goods. Let’s face it, only on TV in the 50’s and 60’s were people born into perfect families. Father knew best and Mother wasn’t too bad at it herself. But such is not the case. So even if we are born with ten perfect little fingers and ten perfect little toes, it may not take long for those imperfect parental units to etch some of their imperfections into our souls.
So we may have been born the apple of our parents’ eyes, managed our way through childhood with minimal scarring, and then wham, puberty hits, and any quirks we have now come into full bloom. Hormones run rampant and we think we can develop love interests. Some may add a person to their lives to fulfill a need, real or imagined, and that creates a dependency structure.
The journey through this life is rarely easy, and the path is not laid out before you. You are expected to blaze your own trail, and there are roots and stones and holes along the way where you will likely trip and fall. There are all sorts of animals and people darting in and out, a few stopping to sniff at you to see if you are dead yet. Some of the people are true friends and some only appear as friends until they get what they want from you.
All of our experiences add up to the script we are now living, and the director is the voice we have developed in our head. Many of us have done well along the journey even finding a soulmate we can share the path with. While the trail can be difficult, we have found that it is well worth the effort. We don’t cling to the past. When we fall, we get back up again and continue the journey. Sometimes we ignore the voice inside our head because it lives in the box of our comfort zone.
You can be fantastic. You can do well. But for many, it means not living out the script you were given. If you think your parents gave you a bum wrap, stop blaming them and get on with living out your life. And if you are a parent, stop trying to write the script for your children and let them be free to be who they are. That, by the way, looks a whole lot different than letting your children run the house and do whatever they want.
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
— Irish Blessing