My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Away With Evil
It is our belief that evil should not exist that makes something like psychotherapy a possibility. In other cultures, evil -- or anxiety -- are not questioned. People feel sad. They are in pain. Life is less happy than they might sometimes wish. But it is not a crisis. It is simply how life is. For us, that acceptance is less available, and so we resist how life is, saying it should instead be different. No pain, no sadness. Away with the evil. Make it better. Make it happy, or failing that make it not hurt. It is self-confident and maybe even hopeful to think that we can, by wanting it so, make life change. Or maybe instead of hopeful, it is foolish that we are.
Labels:
acceptance,
anxiety,
evil,
foolishness,
healing,
overconfidence,
pain,
sadness,
therapy,
wanting
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