Shame is an imposed construct.
It is a ploy to have us go by rules.
Yet many a time Shame makes us run away from the Truth.
Shame of being different, shame of living a life not according to textbook patterns.
So we hide, hide as best we can from the Truth
But isn’t it self defeating?
Only if I have the courage to own up to the troubles of my life, can I take actionable steps to improve the situation.
Then can others be inspired by my struggles.
We do hear stories of struggles, but only by those who overcame their lot, and emerged successful in the eyes of the world.
But for the vast majority of people, who don’t become spectacularly successful in the worldly ways, their dark experiences remain hidden behind facades, fake smiles.
The pressure of pretending makes things worse. Also there is no real connection achieved with anybody, which could have ameliorated our condition.
And we go on setting up fake prototypes, we continue tormenting others with our false happy tales.
So lets own up every time. Let us be more open about the daily struggles, the fears, worries and also about the people abusing us.
Let us not be afraid of destructive critics. Let us not fear to lay bare the suffering that loved ones inflict on us. For, in most cases, its a son, a husband, a wife, a daughter or such nearest of the near who inflict the major sufferings on us.
When hate overshadows even the closest of relationships, that’s when life becomes unbearable.
I, for one, today take the courage to say, I suffer deeply the domination of my husband, the aggression of my son, the alienation from the community of my birth.
I suffer, yet I see a reason, a plan in this whole thing.
Had I had a very cushy life, my empathy would not have ripened. I would not understand suffering as much as I do now.
And the sea of suffering makes the isles of peace and comfort shine resplendent.