-- Wilhelm Reich
What Wilhelm calls "psychic illnesses" are what we, today, call psychological problems, emotional disturbances or neuroses. You know, craziness.
And we all have it to varying degrees. We all get upset, literally, over nothing. Nothing other than the drama that is playing out between our ears.
And what produces our way, way off Broadway dysfunctional theater? Our inability to accept, actualize, and embrace our "natural capacity for love." We temporarily lose our ability to both give and receive the most essential of all human nutrients -- love.
What I notice, personally, is that everytime I am upset, I have fallen out of touch with love. I'm either not loving the moment, not loving others, or not loving myself. And many times I'm caught up in the Not Loving Triple Whammy -- I don't love any of the three! Not loving drives us crazy!
The Crazy Cure is simple -- start loving again. Begin with the things you have a natural affinity for and work from there. Let them be the doorways into a deeper love. If you love a particular type of music, listen to some of it, sing along with it, or, better yet, get up and dance! If you can;'t immediately love the person, love the color of their sweater.
Be the Love Detective, the Miss Marple of Amore, The Sherlock Holmes of Agape. In every situation, find at least one thing you can love about it. With every person, find at least one thing you love about them. And with yourself, realize that you are in your heart of hearts a lean, mean loving machine!
Like all the really important things in life, it's simple really. Restoring our natural capacity for love begins with acceptance. And acceptance requires the relinquishing of judgments. Here you are. This is your life. It may not be the life the you imagined, the life you envisioned. You may not be your ideal you. The people all around you may fall far short of your high falutin' standards of perfection.
No matter. Here you are. On first blush, the here and now may look so tawdry, so lacking compared to your fantasies. In reality, the only thing lacking is love. Love redeems, and you, my friend are the redeemer. No messiah, no savior, no one else. The waiting is over. Love.
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