There
are times when the going gets so rough we have little choice but to go ahead on
faith. An illness befalls us, a death separates us, we lose what we hold most
dear. We look around for something to hold onto and there’s nothing solid,
nothing permanent - only the beliefs we’ve built into our lives to save us in
just such times. Here are some principles I’ve come to recognize as sturdy foundations.
We can choose to believe in the
continuation of life despite bereavement. If we look to nature and the
change of seasons to reassure us, we can see our own cycles of birth, youth,
old age, and death. We learn to trust that spring will always come again no
matter how hard the winter. For every body that wears out, or falls ill, or is
damaged beyond repair, we trust that another will be born somewhere, keeping
the great wheel of life revolving. We come to understand that death and loss
are part of life, that no one and no thing on earth is impervious to change.
When we accept this realization rather than fight it, we step back into the
flow of life and are carried along, buoyed by our acceptance, and protected
from the harshest blows by our agreement with life.
We can choose to see beauty in the face
of ugliness. The two concepts are so personal, so subjective, that often we
can’t label them definitively, but there are a few things most humans agree are
beautiful—a child’s smile, the dazzle of sun on water, sunsets that paint the
sky in brilliant colors, rainbows, flowers that bloom before the last snow has
melted away—and a few that many of us deem ugly; the distress of poverty, the
pollution of our natural resources, the results of a casual disregard of
another’s humanity. We have only to look at our surroundings and at each other
to see that our attitudes control what our eyes see. We tout our free will as
one of those concepts that raise us above other life forms. If this is true,
then it is up to each one of us to choose our definitions with care.
We can choose to see hope in the face of
despair. Bad things happen to everyone; there are no exceptions. We get to
experience life in all its manifestations. We watch as natural disasters sweep
away everything familiar, witness triumph turn to tragedy and fall from the
sky, read of accidents and deliberate cruelties. But we also come to know
heroes, those who in times of great distress put their own lives at risk, their
own fears behind them, to rescue those of us who can’t do it for ourselves.
We choose to see love in the face of fear.
It is fear, not hate, that is the opposite of love. When we work to instill
fear in others, we seek to rob them of their power to do what’s right. If, as
Gandhi advises, we be the change we want to see in the world, if we choose to
believe that our love for each other is a greater strength, and a more honest
one, we can achieve wonders.
We can believe in the power of memories,
those cherished moments we’ve chosen to keep in our thoughts and recall when
our souls are loneliest: recollections of loved ones, of happier times, of days
when things felt right.
