Creating Normalcy

     The title would infer that there is such a thing as normalcy. Thing is, that looks different for everyone...at least that's what I believe. In large part it is true. We all have our own opinions but there are so many things that look the same. That's not to say some people won't try to pretend they don't see something a particular way. They will be contrary...for the sake of being contrary. Others may conform...for the sake of conforming. When it comes down to it, realizing what we see, the way we see it or how we project it all comes from one place....inside of our core. That is what makes us uniquely different and what makes us similar. We all have a core and not everyone is willing to look that deep inside to view it, recognize it or understand it. We learn to ignore it so we can just fit in, stand out or find our path. But must our path fit within the bounds of what the world thinks is normal?

    My generation is, the specific year I was born anyway, right on the cusp of accepted generational names. Pre-1965 is the term baby boomers and post is generation X, so aptly named for a lack of significant world events. After WWII, none of the wars happening at the time would be considered big so they had no world event significant enough with which to be connected. This is considered normal....naming a generation and identifying them with a world class catastrophic event. For me, depending on who was asked, my birth year could have been one or the other. I remember one article that left out 1965 completely...in the same article! You would think they would have noticed that. I grew up not really knowing where the world placed me. It made it harder to figure out where I fit in with the world. 

    There are so many differences in how the world is run today than when I was growing up. The general consensus moved from "adults rule" to kids should be given more respect. It skipped my growing period. As a child, adults ruled. As an adult, I learned to show more respect to my children than I had received.

    The problem is that change is never fluid. It's hard to show respect when you didn't receive it yourself, you have no example. You know you want something because it sounds better than what you had so you try...and often fail so you try again and again. Not quitting is normal. But, if you quit, that is normal too. It was hard and maybe it wasn't what you should have been doing anyway. 

    Have you ever noticed that babies keep trying, seemingly not realizing they are not capable of doing whatever it is they are attempting to do? Is the right choice to quit or to keep trying? Or is it wrong to be so determined that you will sacrifice anything, including others to continue? You decide what is "normal" for you. What do you want to change? What will that change create? If you figure that out then you have your answer to whether you move on to something else or keep trying until you get that "thing" that you are pursuing. Normal is relative.

Choosing Perspective

    Last summer my mother tried to commit suicide....for the seventh time. While in the hospital (this time) she was officially diagnosed with Narcissistic Behavioral Disorder. My childhood makes so much more sense now! 
    Looking at this from an outsider's view (which I cannot), I have tried to understand what it would feel like to have a mother who actually cared about MY life. No one can tell me that her "loving" actions were anything but selfish. Everything she did, everything she taught me was geared toward how others would view her parenting. She said as much....every time she corrected any of my actions....which was for everything! It's not possible to make a narcissist satisfied. If it seems they are happy, it will last for a short time and then they will find something you need to fix. Usually something for which they had previously praised you. All that aside, and after having spent much of my adult life recovering from being the child of a narcissist, and not knowing that's what I was doing, (still have things to work through) I find one of the biggest "solutions" is perspective.
    Let me make this clear. I believe we can only have a perspective that coordinates with our personal experiences. With that said, when we look for, and pursue a "positive" perspective we tend to find reasons to be fulfilled instead of "not good enough." It's not an easy road for anyone but especially those of us who grew up without that "angel" mother who would do anything to keep her baby safe, loved and fulfilled. I never liked Mother's Days. Now I understand why.
    At this point, I can choose. I can believe that the world is not going to provide what I need or that there may be things that the world has to offer of which I am totally unaware and I can choose to be open to the blessings that are coming to me everyday. Since I've lived on the other side my entire life, I now choose to live in this new perspective space.
    I'm not talking about being unrealistically optimistic. My upbringing won't let me move into that space. No, I'm speaking of finding the good and the positive while still acknowledging the negative that exists all around me, especially in my past. I just no longer have to dwell in it and be dragged down by the hopelessness of it all. It's a perspective that, a while ago, I didn't understand even existed. 

    Reality has always been my goto. I couldn't get past the "truths" that I was a messed up individual who couldn't seem to make my life work. Now, I can see myself as an individual who is learning to say, "Yeah, I messed up there. Well, how can I change my actions to do a little bit better next time?" (key words being little bit) I'm also ok with doing a lot better, I just no longer die inside when it's only a little bit better.

Enlightenment.....or something

     My father is a buddhist. My mother spent much of my life telling me that God doesn't exist because too many bad things happen to good people and God (as she believes he should be) would never allow bad things to happen so, he must not exist. 

    When I was 5, my mother remarried my stepfather who is a non-attending Catholic. The rest of my family, as far back as I can remember, are Methodist and that is the religion I grew up attending. The church building was big...I mean really huge!! We only attended that one because my mother had a degree in music and the church which we attended had the best music program around. This program was led, I was told, by someone who was considered to be one of the best choir directors anywhere. Every Christmas Eve we would sing songs from Handel's Hallelujah Chorus, ending with a lighted candle for everyone. Then we would go home and open one present.

    There are so many ideas about how religion should or should not exist. So many people decide that if you don't believe the way they do, you must be evil. I can't imagine a God that would see any of his children as evil. When my kids were young, I would go out of my way to correct their actions and be ridiculously careful not to tell them that they were bad but that the actions that caused whatever incident were poorly chosen. I, however, got the "normal" raising that clearly stated I was bad if I chose something for which my parents disapproved or especially the community.
    I do believe there are "right and wrong" choices. I don't believe there are right and wrong people. In my current personal belief system, I feel we are spirit children of a Heavenly being that watches over us always. Bad things do happen, because that same loving parent who lets us make choices, gives everyone that same freedom to make choices. 

    We don't always make decisions beneficial for other's lives...in fact I think it is impossible to do that for everyone all the time. The time when a choice becomes "poor" is when that particular choice is permanently harmful or detrimental to ourselves or another person.

    I'm going to forgo my deeper thoughts on this (like when is a good time to go to war, for example) and stick with the surface issues like day in and day out simple choices. These can be detrimental enough.
    Religion can help us with boundaries. Some are more strict than others but they all provide something for someone. I have always believed in the existence of a God, a supreme being, if you will, who watches over us and guides us if we will simply listen. The multiple, daily choices we make are the foundation of our entire lives....like a gauge, they measure our progress. 

    Depending on the choices WE make, we lean toward happiness or misery. If we compare our choices to our current religious belief's dictates, we have a gauge of our chosen happiness. Let me clarify here....whatever we believe in is "our religion." Or another way to see it would be, wherever we spend most of our energy, what we give most of our money to or what we spend the majority of our daily hours thinking about IS OUR RELIGION. For some, these things change many times throughout each day and those are some of the most unhappy people I have ever met!
    I do not believe we are in this life to find the one right religion but to find the path that will lead us to happiness and joy. That looks different for everyone of us. For some, a specific religious belief is a foundation for that joy. When we can find happiness in someone else's happiness, it says something about our foundational belief, that we know we are part of the human team. And, I believe, we are all part of a human team....in one form or another.

Where are we today...

    I've been saying for some time now, Trump is either going to ruin us or change things just enough to wake us up. Conspiracy theories aside, our government has, for generations, slowly taken away rights and privileges of the basic countryman....all in the name of protection. If anyone doesn't realize we're already in a police state, they are blessed NOT to be harassed! It doesn't take much to notice if you read just about any news article describing happenings in the world.

    Please understand, many of the current news stories (or something like them) have been happening for generations upon generations and it is only occasionally that they escalate to the extreme level of out right despotism. We are all human after all. The thing is, most of the occurrences were preventable, or at least minimizable. The powers that be find that their power is intoxicating and the smart ones begin to tighten the noose while distracting their victims with tempting desirables. If someone starts blowing their cover, they just create doubt about that individual or their theories. Think, "These aren't the droids you're looking for." We, as citizens, are so comfortable in our day to day lives that we either choose to not believe it even though it's right under our noses or we just choose to look the other way claiming, "I can't fix it so why bother.""It's too big for just one person." or (within our own heads)"I don't want to look like a fool to everyone else."

    I have no idea what Trump's actual plan is. Maybe that's the way he wants it. Maybe he is a genius that is going to take over the world and we are all going to be played as fools. Maybe he will start WWIII or just create such a broken economy that we become the subjects of another country. Maybe he will strengthen the economy so much we all become richer or (more likely) the economy is strengthened for only the elite few who can consider Trump to be their peer. With this last one I would guess that the elite would not want us to become subjects of some other country...at least I would hope not....of course all bets are off if it would benefit them financially.

    When we look back on these years, will we find the beginnings of a positive major change for our country or will we find the seeds of our destruction? Will time tell us?

This is my personal concern!

I hate politics as much as anyone. I'm not unique in this view. We seem to have come to a place where most feel we either take a stance or allow "bad things" to happen!

Trump won the presidency. It is Nov 14, 2016 and the whole country is up in arms about what we should do. Many are comparing his triumphant election to Hitler's rise to power.

Some feel he is the next Hitler. (except Hitler was a genius, albeit made an abundant amount of evil choices, in my opinion) I feel Trump is neither "evil" nor a genius, however, I fear his future actions could become evil. I don't personally believe his intellect will change much if any.
Some feel he will change our country for the better. I believe he will definitely make changes....not sure yet if they will be for the betterment of the people as a whole but, for sure, for Trump and his kind.

The Obama administration, and prior admins, have put in place the perfect tools for Trump's dictatorship. The government has the power to delve into the life of anyone they want....and now Trump has that power in the palm of his hand. 

We will now see the US being freed from the oppression of the past overseers, and diving headlong into the next, albeit different, dictator. 

I feel that this time it won't be as obvious as was Hitler's regime.

When life throws you to the world....I mean the wolves

     There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to some events in a person's life. No one lives very long without some kind of disaster permeating every aspect of daily living. Some have unbelievably difficult circumstances and others have seemingly no problems whatsoever. Sometimes I think the more difficult lives are the ones in which no problems are obvious. Those problems are subtle and easily brushed aside.         The most difficult problems to understand, at least for me, are the ones that are against the innocent, especially children. Taking into account that at some point we are no longer children, one might wonder when innocence is no longer a factor.
     I'm not sure how many people would argue that a newborn isn't innocent but what about a two year old.  Don't we usually talk about the "terrible twos" as being a time when children begin to "cause" problems?  So maybe 2 years old is when we begin to not be innocent.
    Then around the age of 13 we start to discover our bodies.....and notice other's as well (unless, of course, we are in a family that is prominent in the sexual innuendos, then this can start way earlier). Is that when we lose innocence? For some, that is a whole new world in which we can finally feel like we begin to understand what the world is constantly shoving in our faces through media and group discussions.

     Next we find ourselves at the age of having children.  At this point much of our innocence, or shall we start to call it naïveté, is lost to parenthood and the realization that our parents weren't so far off (unless they were). Children challenge you no matter how many you have(1, 3, 12). I am speaking here of people children, not puppies or kittens. I always felt "my mom must love me" but I also wondered if she loved her dogs more than she loved her children....they WERE her children of choice after all and that fact was never too far from lips. 

    That aside, we all have lessons we learn from having children, even if we desert them, there will always be that nagging in the back of our minds of how we should or should not have done something. They are the biggest learning curve of all! More naïveté is lost here than at any other time in our lives.
After kids, it's all downhill from there.....or is it?
    Then you watch your kids in their grown lives, especially when you had previously patted yourself on the back at the wonderful job you did as a parent. I mean you gave them EVERYTHING about yourself, sacrificed sleep, food, clothing, cleanliness and every other aspect of your individuality only to watch them be adults and you start to wonder about your parenting skills after all. 

    Sometimes they never figure it out, and other times they act according to your teachings. And there it is!!! Your realization that it wasn't yourself you should have focused on. They are adults now. Capable of making choices all on their own, making mistakes, fixing them and also making choices that bless the lives of so many others. 

    These are now individuals you had no concept of when you were teaching them to read. You realize that it mattered how you gave them your time, yes, but the biggest loss of innocence is when you let go of your children and truly support them to make THEIR OWN choices, "right" or "wrong."  
    That's not innocence, you say, that's naïveté! Well, maybe, but think about this. How old do we have to be before we are considered naive instead of innocent? Judgements rule our day. Maybe we all have a bit of both and the confusion turns us against ourselves. Maybe we are all a bit naive so we make naïve mistakes from innocent actions...or vice versa. For some, maybe we never lost part of our innocence, no matter what happens in our lives.

Life IS experience!

    I believe we all come to this earth with a purpose, a mission, if you will. Of course, to understand where I'm coming from, you have to believe in an existence before and after this earthly life. Bringing that into the conversation one might see everything as choices we make. Before we came, what if we chose to live through certain difficulties to learn particular attributes. We may have chosen to come to a specific family that would provide these difficulties. Or we might have chosen to come to a particular era so that we would have to live through famine, war or other atrocities. Maybe we came to the perfect family where everything went "according to plan" so that we could learn more subtle things like sympathy for others, or even, having much we could learn to give much. There are endless possible ideas here of course.

    With all of this, we still have the ability to choose what we learn. The book by Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning contains his observances of watching others deal with the ravages of a concentration camp. Of course, this is all while he is living in this hell himself. He noticed that the people who shared what they had, fared better emotionally. Not everyone can stay chipper through this kind of difficulty but even when faced with one small crust of bread every few days, some would share it with others who needed it more. Of course, they all "needed" it so I'm not sure that was the "right" way to phrase it but these people did better overall. 

    By the end of the containment, when they were rescued by friendly soldiers, these people were able to make a new life. Most of the others were not. Many killed themselves because they couldn't live with the nightmares of what, to them, was nothing but intolerable experiences. Positive actions created possibilities and in turn gave some hope but they had to create that hope for themselves in a situation that was impossible to most views.
    If we look at innocents who are acted upon then we have to ask, "What about their choices?" If we totally ignore the idea of them making choices before this earthly life, we could wonder, what if they had the opportunity for forgiveness at the highest level. Putting it in my opinion, I do believe that there is nothing more wrong than hurting an innocent, and by innocent I mean children. I really don't feel I have all the answers, nor do I believe I have all the answers but I do believe that there is a higher plan than we can understand at this time. 

    I would like to know the answers someday. I keep searching for them and maybe I will discover some of them. Until then I choose to believe that there is hope for each one of us no matter what we choose to think, believe or do. By hope I mean a positive outcome....whatever that means for us as individuals.