Saturday, May 09, 2009

picking up the pieces

we've all been broken. physically, mentally, even spiritually. by people, events, things. in ways sometimes accidental or intentional, but always invariably brutal.

and sometimes it's left us in pieces so many, so great, so random and in such chaos, that it seems there's nothing left of us still recognizable--nothing left to continue, nothing left to begin, nothing to even make whole again. instead there's only shards, marking what might have been now shattered and strewn remorselessly across the earth in the stillness that is the meaning of loss and the silence that is the truth of trauma.

we've all been broken. and in ways we know we'll never recover.

and the worst of it was not the breaking...because it's never just about the breaking.

the worst is what comes after.

what do you do with the pieces of a broken life? a broken heart? a broken dream?

what do you do when you're left as nothing more than litter lying amongst the filth of the ground?

the temptation is to surrender. to let the pieces lie where they are. to let the remnants now become fragments of who and what and when and why turn into empty memories of that which once was of us but now forever cannot be. to just let go. and be broken.

but then you realize several very simple but very important, very crucial things:
  1. whoever whatever where-ever whenever it was that broke you does not care about you, but if you stay where you are as you are in time you are, it will have accomplished its goal. and that was to destroy life. yours. and you can't allow that because
  2. if you do nothing, if you give up, then you'll never experience the things that you were meant to experience, or learn the things you were meant to learn, or to live the life you were supposed to live. and you'll never come to know that which is the truth of you. and more importantly come to know that
  3. life is special. it's a gift. it's a miracle it's a mystery it's a divine sublime supreme enigma from the nothingness that is the universe. don't waste it.
all this leads you to one result: to do all the above--any of the above--you have to go your distance. you have to run your race. you have to live.

and to do this, you have to do the one thing of all things if anything if nothing else that is the truth of life: movement.

because life is the motion that rises above stillness and reifies from emptiness and sings in the stillness and makes the body and mind and soul that is the something more than nothing that is the truth of the universe.

life is life itself.

and so you reach out. for the pieces of yourself that lie nearest within your grasp. beginning with one, and then another, and then another. perhaps with the smallest first, being they're the easiest to reach, then onto the largest, because they're the most important to understand.

and you'll pause for a moment with each one, to ponder and think and reflect and recall or even relive the memories held within it, and reassess and re-evaluate what it means, and then thereby restore it to its rightful place within your heart.

and then you'll continue, until you've collected them all, or have as many as you need, and can see once more a vision that lets you see the truth of life and living that is the universe and you, and somehow someway somewhere sometime find a way for yourself once more to begin anew again.

can we re-assemble the pieces to resemble anything like we were? can we re-create anything even close? can we return to what was once before?

no. of course not. things do not work that way.

but then, you don't want them to.

because the trace of your life follows an unknown path leading to an unseen destination lying in an untouched land lying beside an unending horizon. and to get there you must proceed from here. and that means moving forward.

and to do that, you don't need to the pieces to be about once was or might have been. you just need them to be about what they are...and what they will be.

you need them to be you.

4 comments:

Laurel Johnson Mood said...

Jon,
Sorry to hear you're in a bad spot right now. The best movie I've seen that illustrates the process similar to what you've written is "Castaway" with Tom Hanks...Sometimes you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other and one day your "sail" will arrive re-igniting hope.
Chanced upon this blog because Melinda Sirman and I were looking at old high school pictures - saw one of you, started wondering what you were up to these days, and she sent me this link.
I think it's awesome you do triathlons. Ironman's no less! Whoa! That's incredible! I have been wanting to do one for a few years now, but weather (one I trained for was cancelled due to flooding) and priorities have kept me from doing it so far.
Good luck and have faith...Things will get better.
Laurel Johnson Mood

jonathan starlight said...

wow...long time since high school. good to hear from you. and thanks so much for the kind words.
yes, they showed Castaway on tv recently. it's nice.

suffer said...

Wow... I'm where you were (past tense, I hope), and you've touched me deeply. I happened across your post somewhat randomly and I can only thank my Higher Power for inspiring me through you at a time when I needed it most. Funny how that works sometimes... Thank you, jonathan.

Anonymous said...

Wow... I'm where you were (past tense, I hope), and you've touched me deeply. I happened across your post somewhat randomly and I can only thank my Higher Power for inspiring me through you at a time when I needed it most. Funny how that works sometimes... Thank you, jonathan.