What If Acceptance Wasn't A Negative Thing?
For a long time acceptance, felt eerily like complacency. In a society where we buy into the idea that we are never enough, and can always be better, it isn't surprising that fear and acceptance could intertwine themselves.
Anything is possible if we work hard enough right? The whole concept of the American dream is based on the idea that we should always be pushing for more. Complacency? Being enough? Acceptance? Not in the dialogue, left only for the weak. No life worth living is made by acceptance, only when we are striving for more do we gain the respect of others, do we DESERVE to be enough..maybe.
The issue becomes when our personal perspective comes into play because inevitably there is always someone who has more success, more followers, a “better” body, more “happiness”. So when living within this paradigm, the rat race will truly never end. Acceptance is never an option.
But what if acceptance wasn’t a negative? What if we could begin to accept our circumstances, our bodies, our relationship status, our “weaknesses”, our very being, while still continuing to learn, grow, change, evolve, not from a space of constantly reaching, but to truly sit in the kind of acceptance that doesn't buy into the idea that you need to be anything other than the being you are. Yes, we can all be better, we’re human. Yes we could 100% all benefit from unpacking, changing perspective, opening ourselves up to vulnerability in a safe context..none of that requires society playing a role in your worthiness as an individual. None of that requires unhealthy comparison or judgement.
What does acceptance feel like now? Relief. Freedom. Love. Compassion. Space to breath. Space to LIVE. Space to get angry that we are taught anything different.
We get to decide if we buy into billion dollar industries. We get to decide (or re-decide) if we are truly “not enough” or if indeed that lie has been accepted without question and it no longer applies.
Who do you see in the mirror? Is compassion possible or is fear in the drivers seat?