No Infectious Fruit of Disappointment Can Sprout!

At times, we feel as though we are ripped ‘right through the ole gizzard’. So uncertain, unfocused and undecided, we think our uncooperative, unruly mind will burst open, allowing for the violent expulsion of the 2 pound unresponsive grey mass to spew all over the place. We experience the moment, as if we are torn into unmentionable countless fragments, split decisively down the middle, totally divided, not knowing which way to go, what to do.

 It appears as we are straddling the vast mindless ether, with one foot pointed toward the water; the other on the edge of the bridge. Not knowing whether to lean back up or fall forward in a predetermined jump. Do we go or do we stay? Do or not do; that is the unrelenting question of the hour. Moreover; do we really have a choice?

Yes, there are those definitive moments when we are incalculably stuck and mad as hell about it: before the mocking rage turns to destructive depression. We assume we are in a ‘no win’ situation where the odds are stacked against us. We can’t understand why? The door to our recovery has been sealed off with an impermeable glue we have no way of stripping. “How much longer can we go through this?” WE lamentably ask ourselves. Will we be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, IF in fact, there is one?

Can we possibly muster up enough strength to get over another disappointing episode of betrayal, heartbreak and deception? When we are faced with one of these devastating emotional catastrophes nothing short of a complete and utter de-assing is called for.

The truth remains and hollers at full pitch through the valley; “We are disappointed because we expected something from someone or from ourselves.”

Either way, we set ourselves up for the untimely descent in the moment we ‘looked forward ‘ to something occurring that we ascribed importance to that would in some way, improve our conditions. In other words, we thought the person, situation or relationship would give to us an edge of some sort. We placed energy, effort, inclination and anticipation in the result as being a prize-winning red-letter day of personal fulfillment.

Not true. The elaborated grandeur attached to the future or PAST synopsis created a false premise upon which emotional pestilence thrived. In other words, the moment we planted, what we perceived as the, ‘seed of benefit’ in the other person or situation, we created the poisonous clinging tree whose limbs would eventually ensnare and strangle us.

We can never look to the other {no matter who that other is} to save, redeem, exalt and/or help us, along. When we are involved with another person, for no other reason than because we want to be, we enjoy the company, we love the energy created, get pleasure from the sexual union, and we laugh a lot, no way can the infectious fruit of disappointment sprout.