There are two worlds that we continually mediate between. The internal world, and  the external. It’s a symbiotic relationship - they both influence each other. You can’t be the same person forever because the world is constantly changing. The world won’t remain the same, because you’re changing in accord to it’s influence.

So what happens when you disavow the shifting of influences in your surroundings, due to the certainty that nothing can perturb you. That no matter what happens on the outside, nothing can penetrate your sense of inner-self. You’ve gone through enough heartache, pain, experience, and suffering already. It’s impossible for the world to to break you down again. Right? So you stop believing in the symbiotic relationship. The relationship between the internal, and the external. Maybe you start putting too much trust in the inner world, and ignore the fact that the outer world, is moving. Moving on without you.

Don’t be fooled into believing that you can stay the same forever. You have to catch-up, and then adapt. And then catch-up again. It’s a game that never ends.

I’d like to use the analogy of clay. When something terribly tragic happens in our lives, something to put into question our entire view of life, we become malleable - like, dough. Soft and tender. Sometimes, too tender. You don’t realize it at the time but it’s simply your body’s effort to adapt to the new world. To your new surroundings. It’s a painful process. Eventually, the soft dough will once again turn hard when the desired form to fit the current times is established. 

But here is where it gets tricky.

When clay turns hard, it seem impervious to damage - but it’s not. When it slips through your fingers, and cracks into a million pieces - then you see, that the stubbornness of the material was not as tenacious as you thought. If anything, the callousness of the material, was it’s greatest flaw.

While clay is still malleable though, it has inner flexibility to change and adapt, and maybe just enough surface strength to keep it from complete destruction. When it’s dropped, it simply blobs down on the ground with a minor puncture - it can be reformed almost as quickly as the fall occurred. 

Soft clay, semi-hard clay, hard-clay…There is no right or wrong. It’s just a matter of how you decide to process. Would you rather experience an extended period of stability before everything suddenly comes crashing down - because you’ve long due for an adaptation, or would you rather do a little bit of work - on a daily basis - to keep yourself in touch with what’s happening inside, and outside. 

The choice is yours. But sometimes, I understand that we don’t always get to choose what color playdoh to play with.  

(Originally Published May 23, 2018)