The Danger in Walking Away

We encounter daunting problems. Some of them seem utterly hopeless, and many people are inclined to walk (or run) away. They do not see any chance for resolution, are tired of dealing with it, and decide to wash their hands of the whole business.

[Note: In some cases, walking away is a viable solution, but generally only if BOTH parties are willing to walk away and start fresh. The situation I describe is one in which only one party gives up and leaves.]

The danger in giving up and walking away from a problem is twofold.

First, I believe that you are inflicting violence upon yourself. It causes a sort of spiritual damage to decide that you're helpless and the situation is hopeless. You are never helpless until you decide you are helpless. No situation is ever hopeless until you decide it his hopeless.

Second, you are inflicting violence upon those you leave behind. They needed your help in overcoming this obstacle. You can assist them in building a better tomorrow. Removing yourself from the challenge makes the situation that much more of a challenge.

Of course, we cannot solve or even work to solve every major challenge, but sometimes I think that just supporting the dream of a resolution in spirit and in voice counts for a lot, whereas saying, "This is evil, wrong, and hopeless and I'm out of here" resolves nothing.

Spirit-weary

In recent weeks, I have given myself over to a life based upon love more wholeheartedly than ever before. I am making a conscious effort to embody the peace that I am trying to create.

I am far from perfect, and I know this, but today I learned that I still thoughtlessly say hurtful things (so thoughtlessly that I cannot even remember what I said) and I am ashamed. I know that my mouth will not open as easily in the days to come, because I am acutely aware that my words are the most powerful weapon I bear.

I am puzzled by the fact that devoting myself to building peace has not just made me more determined, but more depressed. Perhaps having an eye on the ideal makes my flaws all the more conspicuous. What was brought to my attention today certainly doesn't ease this frustration.

I told Christopher just last night that I feel like I need to have a good cry, but that it just won't come. He told me that I've said that several times to him lately. I suppose the silver lining of today was that the tears finally came.