It’s NFL football season, and the opener is tomorrow night. I have been waiting anxiously for this day since the last game of the year–last year. The game my team was victorious. The NFL Championship!
Anyway, this time of year, I will check in with Facebook more often to trash talk with my compadres in the Seattle area, to share our joy, and vowing that we will come back when we lose one.
This morning, I came across this quote, among the barrage of others…
Your weirdness will make you stronger
Your dark side will keep you whole
Your vulnerability will connect you to the rest of our suffering world
Your creativity will set you free
There’s nothing wrong with you
Obviously, most of us remember quotes which strike a chord with us. I have a few that I actually remember, and some I will write down for later memorization, or for my sticky notes—because they were wonderfully inspiring words to me.
I have a new favorite…
Expect problems and eat them for breakfast. -Alfred A. Montapert
I have many more, but that one is a goodie.
The posted quote in my news feed, left me scratching my head, and here’s why.
My weirdness has made me stronger. I don’t follow a crowd, I have my own drummer.
I believe my creativity sets me free. It certainly keeps me semi-sane.
There is nothing wrong with me. That’s right, I’m unique.
How does my dark side keep me whole? It’s that side of me I’m working so hard to shine the light on, to make that side disappear. My dark side destroys and creates unrecognizable fragments of me. I’m not the best person I’m capable of being, if I allow the dark side to dictate my actions and make me whole. I’ve been there, and don’t want to return to find out if I missed something. This line in the quote seems preposterous to me. I would rather not have a dark side.
And…wouldn’t it be compassion which connects us with the rest of our suffering world? How does vulnerability play into the equation here? To me, vulnerability creates a hole into my weaknesses. A destroyer of all forward movement. A paralyzing factor, which excludes any thinking beyond my own vulnerabilities. I understand that being vulnerable is part of being human, it kind of goes with anxiety in my mind. Being vulnerable and anxious keeps us from harm unless we allow it to prevent us from being all we can be.
How am I supposed to empathize with other sufferers if I don’t have compassion? Is it the vulnerability which creates the empathy?
Did this Andrea Balt mix the words, was misquoted, or am I too simple minded to understand the meaning?
What am I missing here?
Did you interpret the words differently?
Do I need another cup of coffee?