Grace Under Pressure
What if the purpose of our life is to let our kind nature spread out into the world?
For many of us, everything as we know it, both personally and collectively is shifting, changing, and in my case, maybe even crumbling. Ernest Hemingway described courage as "grace under pressure" in a letter he sent F. Scott Fitzgerald from Paris. This type of courage allows one to rise to a dangerous situation and maybe even summon an unexpected strength, and is certainly admirable. However, there is another type of courage, one that is perhaps more inspiring and mysterious because it arises from a place deep within us, and requires a persistent and strong will, often times over an extended period of time. A will that pushes us and encourages us, under the most painful circumstances, to find a way to bring out out our kindest nature.
This inner courage becomes the ground of quiet efforts, from which the more visible actions sprout. These are the ways of living and being that make courage possible in the first place; not just as an event, but as an approach to life, as a way of life. Courage is not always found in a moment. It is an accumulation of virtue we have cultivated, which forms a moral belief system, upholds a life of value, and guides us towards deeper faith.
Sometimes during a life shattering experience, or even what feels like one, we can have a wide range and expanse of human emotions including grief, despair, anger, hope, expansive joy and excitement. And this is not uncommon, nor is it a sin. We may find ourselves oscillating between two states sometimes rapidly and intensely, and sometimes in the very same moment. It does not mean we are crazy, it means we are human. To be present with and feel that range, can bring about a spaciousness that is needed. To allow space for all of it can help us find the room of choice in a given moment. When we feel like we have a choice, we can find a more positive path forward.
Our life as a whole isn’t determined, identified, or ruled by only one aspect, and whether or not that aspect is working or not working. What I am learning is that my life is so much more than that. What I am learning through deep grief, sorrow, loss, and anger is that continuing to open my heart to the whole world, and walking my path with commitment and devotion to the people in it, is ultimately more meaningful than what I see as hardships or failures. This deeper purpose gives breath to courage. And while it could include a "grace under pressure" shining moment, it's the invisible silent daily steps that could easily be missed because it is forming a gate to life and a way of being. It's what makes me get up out of bed every day, and find a way to sleep peacefully at night. I want to live a life that I can be proud of.
Even as I write these words of wisdom from my soul to yours, I am also in recognition that I may not sustain these sentiments or feelings through what feels like a life altering and surreal shift of my reality. But I write them anyway. We write what we need to hear, and we often even teach what we need to hear. And it’s tapping into that honest place (where we all have ups and downs, and may even have moments where we feel like we can’t go on), that allows us to rise again. Through the knowledge of this shared human experience---that others are also going through (and have gone through) deep hardships, we can pull ourselves up from the bottom with hope, courage, and a will to move forward no matter what. A positive outlook is not a form of denial; rather, it’s a conviction that even our deepest grief has meaning; that our trials and tragedies bring understanding and transformation more than superficial knowledge ever could.
We cannot control what others do or don’t do, how they feel or don’t feel, and sometimes there’s no point in trying to understand it. Some roads lead to nowhere. But there is always a road that leads us from the darkness to the light, from hatred to love. If you are in a time of suffering, grief or pain, I pray you can hold on to the belief that your sorrow may yet be transformed into happiness deeper than you could have imagined.
I leave you with a poem that touched my heart.
After A While
After a while
you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't always promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn
with every good-bye you learn.
Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall
Love for the journey,
Anisha