@Jiri
A brutal realist.
My prehistory.
I was a breach birth.
Born touching my toes.
The first glimpse the world had of me was my arse'ole.
As an infant I cried and screamed.
I was inconsolable.
By now, my mentally ill mother had theee boys and could not possibly cope.
I sensed that. I felt desolate and unloved.
By thirteen weeks I had screamed myself into a hernia, and had to wear a truss to hold it in.
My ancient aunt told me that after that incident I didn't cry again. I wouldn't cry. I couldn't cry.
It seems that we can only cry when we sense a consoling presence. There was none.
I survived in a schizoid way by deciding
"There is no love." - "There is no love."
That was simply a case of accepting the
Brutal Reality.
I seemed to know that that was the only way to move forward.
Stop looking for it.
I brought myself up.
Jump forward about 29 years, when in psychoanalysis, my flood gates opened and
I sobbed uncontrollably for days.
I started the long process of getting better.
Jump forward to now, and I have Tinnitus - permenant loud noise in my head.
Tinnitus is a brutal reality.
There is not a great deal I can do about that, but
there are some things that I can do about it.
I can decide to remain positive.
I can determine to live my life.
I can develop some relaxation techniques, I can meditate, I can find some therapeutic aids to help me cope the best way possible.
I need to survive today.
Sure I want an effective treatment, of course I want a cure; but in the meantime I choose to live the most comfortable way that I can, not just by simply scouring the research news for possible treatments, thereby living only for tomorrow.
I have been incredibly honest and open about some hugely traumatic experiences in my life here.
I learnt just the other day that that can lay one open to cynicism and ridicule, but I don't care about that.
I'll risk it.
Finally, I would like to quote an item by John Stockdale, who followed the principles laid down by philosopher Epicurious, hundreds of years ago.
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John Stockdale was imprisoned in the infamous
Hanoi Hilton for eight years, suffered appalling treatment, continuous torture, isolation etc...
His answer to this question is very enlightening.
Finally I asked, "Who didn't make it out?"
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "The optimists."
"The optimists? I don't understand," I said, now completely confused given what he'd said earlier.
"The optimists. Oh, they were the ones who said, 'We're going to be out by Christmas.' And Christmas would come, and Christmas would go. Then they'd say, 'We're going to be out by Easter.' And Easter would come, and Easter would go. And then Thanksgiving, and then it would be Christmas again. And they died of a broken heart. This is a very important lesson. You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end–-which you can never afford to lose–-with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be."
The Stockdale Paradox states that you have to have faith that you will prevail in the end, regardless of the difficulties, and at the same time,
you must confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be.