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Can't remember if I've shared this story here.
I have this way I think about the emotional damage we accumulate during our life. A couple of friends have found it useful, perhaps you will as well.
Imagine a young fruit tree, indeed, a sapling.
The wind blows, and shakes it about, and if it survives, its roots grow stronger. If it gets enough water and sunlight, and planted in the right kind of dirt, it will thrive, grow strong, flower, and bear fruit. Correct?
What about manure? Indeed, what ABOUT bullshit?
Well, a little bullshit helps the tree to grow. But a lot? Too much? The tree burns. The tree suffocates.
On our personal tree farms, if a healthy balance is, we tolerate only a little bullshit.
The problem is sometimes before we are old enough or experienced enough to know better, someone else comes and shits all over us.
Sometimes it's overwhelming, and the tree won't grow right, due to all the shit that's heaped up.
Thing is, after just a little thinking, you come to realize that them what did the shitting are never coming back to clean it up.
You dig?
Well.
Actually, digging is the point.
We all get overwhelmed. We all get to feeling like we're being buried in crap someone else dumped on us.
Thing is?
Get your shovel, and start digging. Some of that shit may be top notch fertilizer. Some of it's surely garbage. But you got to get out of the pile, and you got to be the one who starts digging. If your arms aren't free, holler for help, and make sure to keep the shovel someone brings you.
Cos you've got to dig. Nobody's job but yours to move that crap. It's not fair to ask the world to do it for you. Maybe /with/ you, maybe you both work together on both y'all's piles... but you've got to move the bullshit that smothers you.
And once you're mostly out?
THEN you've got to learn where the crap has been coming from? And then you've got to learn how to stop the ongoing deliveries, if you have not done so already.
...here's a shovel.
*hefts her own shovel*
Your pile or mine, sweetheart?
I have this way I think about the emotional damage we accumulate during our life. A couple of friends have found it useful, perhaps you will as well.
Imagine a young fruit tree, indeed, a sapling.
The wind blows, and shakes it about, and if it survives, its roots grow stronger. If it gets enough water and sunlight, and planted in the right kind of dirt, it will thrive, grow strong, flower, and bear fruit. Correct?
What about manure? Indeed, what ABOUT bullshit?
Well, a little bullshit helps the tree to grow. But a lot? Too much? The tree burns. The tree suffocates.
On our personal tree farms, if a healthy balance is, we tolerate only a little bullshit.
The problem is sometimes before we are old enough or experienced enough to know better, someone else comes and shits all over us.
Sometimes it's overwhelming, and the tree won't grow right, due to all the shit that's heaped up.
Thing is, after just a little thinking, you come to realize that them what did the shitting are never coming back to clean it up.
You dig?
Well.
Actually, digging is the point.
We all get overwhelmed. We all get to feeling like we're being buried in crap someone else dumped on us.
Thing is?
Get your shovel, and start digging. Some of that shit may be top notch fertilizer. Some of it's surely garbage. But you got to get out of the pile, and you got to be the one who starts digging. If your arms aren't free, holler for help, and make sure to keep the shovel someone brings you.
Cos you've got to dig. Nobody's job but yours to move that crap. It's not fair to ask the world to do it for you. Maybe /with/ you, maybe you both work together on both y'all's piles... but you've got to move the bullshit that smothers you.
And once you're mostly out?
THEN you've got to learn where the crap has been coming from? And then you've got to learn how to stop the ongoing deliveries, if you have not done so already.
...here's a shovel.
*hefts her own shovel*
Your pile or mine, sweetheart?
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