I will have to ask a few psychology friends about what it is that inhibits people from changing. I think we are all a bit guilty of it at various times in our lives. I was talking to a man that can barely walk, that knows he needs knee operations, has more than enough to live the rest of his life, yet, has to go make more money each day, all the time lamenting or realizing he can’t really walk.
Usually, change is affected when people hit bottom. I think these are the most meaningful events in life as your image and belief system in yourself, or what it was – usually is an excellent opportunity to take your weaknesses and work a bit on them, as often it Is your strength that got you in trouble in the first place.
Then there are beliefs. Another friend was either judging me, blasting me, or was unhappy with their own issues they created in their life and I was like, “sorry, while I can appreciate our feelings and feel bad about some of them, did you ever ask yourself what you could have done differently that contributed to the issues?”
I think many people want to be heard, when you ask, “what or how could you.” usually the question seems to not be heard. As if to say, “hey, were you listening, I just wanted to vent, but I forgot to tell you I just wanted to be heard.”
Listening is a dying art in this world of where image and hype mean more than reality. We can all make a case that our unique perspective is a piece of reality, but woe to the one that thinks they know it all or the one way. In the past few months, I have had the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with a few people that want something, don’t have a clue what they are doing, make a mess, you try to help them out of their mess, and they blame you for their mess. I don’t know if what I typed made sense, but it sure flew off my fingertips.
I don’t care if you shoot yourself in the foot. I have done it many times all by myself, and you know what? It hurts. I have a problem with another shooting themselves in the foot, and while you are trying to bandage their wound, they pick up the gun and try to shoot you in the foot too, all so you might somehow enjoy their demented version of sharing.
This morning I got up, did a small brainstorm, two German modules, prayer and will try to do some meditation before going and helping a friend that needs some extra hands. I am so screwed up with what day of the week or city I am in. When I look at the calendar on the computer, it is the European version which has Sunday on the right. In the USA, usually, calendars have it on the left. I am thinking Thursday is Wednesday.
It is a bit like Easter this year. Once again, the eastern and western churches are celebrating the exacts same holiday at different times of the year. I shake my head many times in wonderment of the,” huh? Or why?” Despite the date of Easter in history linked specifically to the Jewish Passover – a few hundred years after the death of Jesus, some folks all got together and said, “it must be this day!” and then a few hundred years after that, the churches split.
As a kid, you just want to fit into life, and I think I am just getting old enough to realize how whacked out religion can get when rules, regulations, and traditions snuff out the real message of what we are to learn and ideally, how to live.
Someone asked me yesterday why I didn’t just follow the typical path of life that the majority of the planet does.
I replied, “I asked myself the question – why?”
Too much the world, it seems the question of “why?” really is too hard for people to answer, as it forces them to come up with some construct for whatever they feel or believe. If you ask “why?” and look at only yourself – change becomes a daily habit. A good one.