Bent not broken….

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Beauty of Nature

Today is my birthday! And in line with the actual definition of the word, I was born on a Wednesday and notwithstanding the fact that I was born preemie, I choose to celebrate my birthday every week. In my journey here on earth, I have learned that it  is usually those life-transforming events that shape our character and influence our decisions. And so with this intolerable dystonia, I have learned that more often than not, the frequent insouciance I encounter is a direct expression of ignorance; ignorance in terms of knowledge and ignorance in terms of life’s purpose, while the natural reaction to ignorance can be scathing and harsh, there is still a choice to be made – React or Respond.

Considering the timeline that I have as a result of dystonia, it still amuses me that we still associate pedigree to what can be almost valued as worthless. I had the privilege of speaking at a meeting on what dystonia is (surprisingly it is still relatively unknown even as we wind down another decade in the 21st century!) and what really reminded me of why sharing our experiences is such a distinct honor, was the rapt attention of my audience and the fact that a few would leave with the knowledge to live as humans. The ability to tell ourselves the truth is something that can be trifled with, ending in irreparable sorrow however life is a platform of learning nonetheless as is the case with every academic setting, there will always be the hecklers and those who choose to be distracted.

“Where are you from?” is usually a question imbedded within the first five statements uttered by people to me. My origins? That in itself is a topic for another post however I always strive to comment on the fact that I have been at both extremes – abundance and lack, have had the privilege of living and working in four different continents but despite what many would exclaim in terms of sentiments, the nature of our living is still a continuing study for me. I remember the disaster of a hurricane and the desolate pictures of the aftermath and it is almost mind boggling to reconcile the before and after however what conveys the most poignant message is not in the destruction to property but the resilience of victims. Resilience that even though life chucks boulders at us, and we are utterly astonished at how bent over we are, under the crushing weight of these boulders but yet we can spring upright with the passage of time if we choose.

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Bent but Unbroken

Hooke’s theory of elasticity does not apply to the human being because like the supple trunk of a young acacia tree, you can bend it till its topmost leaves share the same dirt as its roots however when you let it go, it springs back because its growth is upwards. I can be seen as reticent when there is the heated discourse of how well life has treated us and then the popular game of comparison commences because I know that it takes wisdom for one to acknowledge that life has its seasons and thus prepare for the changes that accompany such seasonal changes. Unfortunately, asking for a helping hand is still largely construed as an opportunity to re-emphasize current economic and financial comfort, however I have learned that the act of bending down to an upstretched arm is also a check on your suppleness.

Even as I watch the huge strides taken by humanity through technology, there is a huge dearth in terms of carrying along all those virtues that make us human. I am bent over but definitely not broken, and the hope of that realization powers me through some really bleak days. With the frenzy of today’s living, we are wont to satisfy ourselves with fleeting glimpses as we rush through life and thus erroneously capture postures wrongly, seeing bent as broken. Alas even the broken can be fixed but when our change-over terminal looms ahead but we cling so passionately to the comfort of the moving train, how then do we ever expect to progress in life. I realize that habits formed can be difficult to break but it is a task that can be made easier when we admit that we are all works in progress and life is a journey; because when we acknowledge that life is a journey then we can understand that journeys mean progression.

There is no standing still and yes the view from the mountain top is so exhilarating and usually lulls one into a false sense of security but remember life and progression go together. The choice to build our fortress on the mountain top simply reveals our lack of understanding because what happens when we must go down to the valley; do we choose to stagnate and decay on the mountain top dulled into a false sense of reality or do we fall over and stay down preferring instead to be content with the diminishing memories of the past even as the present ticks away. There is no joy in the house of sorrow however there is ample opportunity to learn and be schooled for the events of the future. Just as the sun arises each day so must it set so that life can continue, and no matter how long the daylight lasts, the night when there is little or no light must precede it.

Borrowing the words of Albert Einstein, ‘Life is like a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.’

פרידה עד שנפגשנו שוב בתזמון שלו, וייתכן שאהבתו של אלוהים להיות אמיתית לך!

Adios!

I’m right here……

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invisible

Posted a video some weeks back, something completely out of character for me and I’m still dealing with the reactions. However, I’ve never heard this statement before and I told him same; “Oh yeah! I saw the video but I thought you were acting a drama!”. No, I’m not kidding you at all. In continuation, “it was when I saw the comments from other people that I went back and saw I had assumed wrongly!”. Honestly, that brings mixed feelings, do you laugh it off or take the time to explain? But the question is, when taking a walk on the beach, do you stop and ensure all your footprints are covered. My hilarious buddy, Uncle Donut inspired this post and maybe with his permission, I’ll include to his video. A truly amazing guy whose resilience also inspires me.

What’s going wrong with the world and its occupants? I’m right here! I can see you and I know you can see me, I can hear you and I know you know that too, I can also talk and just in case you’re assuming I can’t talk, we just exchanged pleasantries!!! I’ve had people say hi, return my smile and then stop Joiv and ask “why does he use a cane? Is he okay?” Hello! I’m 5’11”, 200lbs, a redhead with freckles and people say I dress like a Brit (a particular category I’d believe cos I’ve seen my fair share of Brits with saggy pants, comfy with puke all over his shirt and totally inebriated), speak fast and have a carribean twang in my talking. In summary, even if I try to hide, I’m pretty easy to find. So “hey! once again, I’m not Harry Potter, I don’t have a cloak of invisibility (and if it does exist, I probably might have some difficulty standing and trying to conceal myself while standing.)

The other day, I came across an elderly couple on my way to the pharmacy to pick up my medication and after saying hi to them, the lady asked the pharmacist, “why are you asking him if he’s taken these pills before?” Ummm! I’m right here” and if you think it might be rude asking me then just begin by asking me if I don’t mind you asking me a question. I don’t mind and I’d really prefer to do a 360° with the shopping cart in the mall or dance to the music coming through the mall speakers if I could so that I can also prove to myself that I’m real.

I really think it’s time to start testing myself in weird ways because why bother to send out or accept a friend request on social media if you don’t plan on having a conversation. Why bother spending seconds (incase you’re a fast reader with a 180 IQ) reading a post or an article and just leave without reacting or leaving a comment. I mean if there’s some super spy agency that requires those ‘skills and has very good health insurance coverage, please sign me up as fast as you can, I really would appreciate some financial rewards for being nonchalant.

Okay, let’s back up a little here – I just added “I want to be invisible and get paid for it” at the top of my list. I sure would like to eat a banana and wrap it back up with duct tape or prise open that can of pistachios and take a handful, oh I do love yogurts but since they’re not sealable, I’ll probably just put it back empty on the shelf…..walk right out the mall and drive home. I actually feel today’s grocery shopping should be on the house because if you’re polite enough not to see me then I guess I should return the complement. Why embark on a fact finding mission of looking for your car keys while you are driving? There really must be something I’m missing here.

Anyway, I think it’s time to actually become invisible and that also applies to you dystonia, “go stand in the naughty corner!” Are we really being polite or just becoming more nonchalant because I would really love to sit naked on the beaches of Tahiti, sipping on some carribean juice rather than being ‘not seen. If the price is right, I would love to supervise the pilot in the cockpit even though I know nothing about flying. Or better still, walk up to that horse and ask him to scratch my ears. What? We’ve both got ears, why should he always be the one who gets the scratching done? Lord! All the things I would qualify for by being just invisible however I’m not and so please don’t be offended if I’m unable to not be invisible.

Ever been to the dealership to have your oil changed and 30 minutes after you’ve handed over the keys, someone walks up to you and asks you what you are doing there? Oh no, there’s no reason why I should get offended, ‘I couldn’t find an apartment to live in so I’m currently residing in the dealership’ and while you are at it, ‘could you please get me a cup of coffee and some cheese croissants?’ It’s just outright amusing when the ostrich’s idea of hiding is to bury its head in the sand, the huge derriere will just blend in. So please when next you see me, remember that I’m perfectly capable of seeing, hearing and talking.

Nobody aspires to be a nonetity, that is not a career choice in any part of the world except the mall on Mars has job openings. I recall my first and only psych evaluation after being diagnosed, he sent me a copy of his report and I wrote him a letter attaching his report and politely explained to him that he would probably fare better as a zoo guide because the animals don’t talk but I can and yet nothing in his report related to all that I said to him. I guess it was the luck of the Irish that got to him, so an amicable parting and some extra quid in my pocket was really a good deal.

Now let me go get some duct tape for my eyelids tonight because desperate times call for desperate measures!

ללא שם: בואו לא נהיה עייף עדיין, עדיין יש קצת אושר שם בחוץ!

Adios!