When are we finally OK - Chapter 2

Three years ago, I stopped writing this blog.  It still gets read, here and there.  So I supposed it was time for an update.

When are we finally OK?

When we believe we are.

There is no magic solution, no wands or rainbows, or fairies.  One day, I guess, you come to the realization that life is OK.  That you are happy.  That whatever has led you to where you are was needed, necessary - and that you like where you are.

Not that the demons of the past don't still haunt.  They do, sometimes.  Not that the bad decisions you made about yourself don't still fuck you up now and then.  They will.  Not that your work is done.  It's never done.

But through this, if you can wake up enough to know it, people have loved you.  Teachers have appeared along the path when you've needed them.  If you have a roof over your head, enough food to eat, clothes on your back, and something or someone to live for, its enough.

My first teacher, when I was around 15 or so, was Viktor Frankl.  He taught that though sometimes we have no choices in the physical circumstances or our life, we always have the freedom to choose our attitude. “Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”

Finally - he taught

“Those who have a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how'.”

I have a why.