Acceptance

            Nobody ever said life was smooth, its a constant rollercoaster, continuously bringing its joyful trills yet at the same time bringing its really tough spasms. Its never constant, its continuously changing. While change in itself is hard to adjust to, while that which accompanies triumphs and tribulations is even harder to bring acceptance to.Sometimes what you nurture in your relationships is very different from the manifestations they take on, yet it calls for acceptance on our part.

            Even in our closest relationships, in which our latent demands could be emotionally exhausting for the other, the expectation that the other will fulfil may not always be fruitful. These are tougher times wherein the demand on our capacity to accept is far superior. Here again we see the role of acceptance as most imperative.

             It is unfair to expect that the other will have as or even close enough a capacity to understand and contain like you do.

              Thus, expectations in themselves are false illusions, which delude us, to a point where they hamper with our existence and the roles we take on in our relationships.

Acceptance always stands out as the real hero, which enables us to withstand everything in not getting exhausted itself. It heals and is therapeutic in what seems most incomprehensible. Guess its been very valuable put by someone, that the secret behind happiness is in truly letting go which commands higher acceptance!!!    

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       As people, when our own anxieties overwhelm us, we may feel paralysed in a certain way. We may turn around and ask ourselves then, does this feeling inhibit us from doing something we desire to or may have done otherwise?

     Do we ever realise that we might be hiding something from ourselves, something we wish not to be confronted with, something that might most evidently come up. There are parts of us which we choose to hide from ourselves, which reside within us; like secrets, secrets which we like to keep from ourselves, thus it’s most convenient for us, that even if we know of these secrets we hide them on deliberation. In the process of safeguarding these secrets what is it that we’re really preventing? What do we preserve within through such an act?

      It’s a comfort zone of not encountering, of protecting one’s vulnerability, of fearing in anticipation that which might never be understood. It’s the act of doing again which keeps us from being even within our own skin’s. Running all the time, even from ourselves; how far.... we’re yet to discover.