Passage from the book I'm reading...
I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, "There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?" Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up, cause war, grief and suffering. And both of them, unfortunately (or maybe obviously), are what I'm dealing with...
I cannot tell you how much I relate to this woman or this statement. I think especially the control part. I'm trying, learning, and hopefully will be able to release that part of me someday.
I cannot tell you how significant this book is. I am her, she is me. She writes about accepting how she was made (talkative, life of the party) but...
"perhaps I don't have to curse so much, and perhaps I don't always have to go for the cheap laugh, and maybe I don't need to talk about myself quite so constantly. Or here's a radical concept - maybe I can stop interrupting others when they are speaking. Because no matter how creatively I try to look at my habit of interrupting, I can't find another way to see it than this: "I believe that what I am saying is more important than what you are saying." And I can't find another way to see that than: "I believe that I am more important than you." And that must end."
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I am on a journey.
I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, "There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?" Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up, cause war, grief and suffering. And both of them, unfortunately (or maybe obviously), are what I'm dealing with...
I cannot tell you how much I relate to this woman or this statement. I think especially the control part. I'm trying, learning, and hopefully will be able to release that part of me someday.
I cannot tell you how significant this book is. I am her, she is me. She writes about accepting how she was made (talkative, life of the party) but...
"perhaps I don't have to curse so much, and perhaps I don't always have to go for the cheap laugh, and maybe I don't need to talk about myself quite so constantly. Or here's a radical concept - maybe I can stop interrupting others when they are speaking. Because no matter how creatively I try to look at my habit of interrupting, I can't find another way to see it than this: "I believe that what I am saying is more important than what you are saying." And I can't find another way to see that than: "I believe that I am more important than you." And that must end."
........
I am on a journey.
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