ACCEPTANCE MONTH: DAY 11: “And the view was suddenly clear to me. The world opened out to its grim beyonds and I realized that, at forty, one must learn the rigors of acceptance. Capitalize it: Acceptance. I needed to accept what was put before me–be it a watery grave in Ireland’s only natural fjord, or a return to the city and its grayer intensities, or a wordless exile in some steaming Cambodian swamp hole, or poems or no poems, or children or not, lovers or not, illness or otherwise, success or its absence. I would accept all that was put in my way, from here on through until I breathed my last.” ― Kevin Barry
I love this quote. I did not get this deep an understanding of acceptance at the age of 40, or even 45, but I have it now, at a bit of an older stage in life. I think I like the lyric melody of this quote. It has music in it, like most things Irish.
The things that are part and parcel of our lives are those things that we either accept as gifts or turn away because we cannot accept them. Sometimes, we go after things that cause us great distress, and wonder why we felt compelled to do it.
All I know is that even with those things that we turn away or grab onto, it is all the way it is supposed to be. It is perfect, as is everything the Universe has going on right now. It may not make sense to me; and I may question it; but it is perfect nonetheless.
I can see that I get stuck in the 2-year-old stage of development, asking “Why?” all the time. As if there is an answer that I could or would understand. I once compiled a notebook of questions I had when I met the Supreme Dude. That was as a newcomer. It was a long list. I have had most of those questions answered since then. I can actually see the beauty and the perfection of most of life.
It really isn’t about ME, anyway…dammit! That has been the most glaring answer, over and over. It ain’t about YOU Cupcake! Oh!
So, I have learned that acceptance begins with me stepping out of the arena and thinking I am the star of the show. The show is on, but it ain’t my show. It belongs to that immense Power and that is okay. I have a very small role, and I seldom know how to perform that well. How the hell do I think I should be the Director?
Whatever my journey was, is, and will be, it is still only a small piece of the pie…there is so much more to be revealed. I love that! Because every glimpse I get is a huge miracle and thrills me with the perfection of how it unfolds and how it fits into the design that I never, ever, in a million years, could have created. That is why acceptance is, for me, the easier, softer road. I love it!