This notion of finding purpose and value in others, in this being part of my Uncarved Block, to be for and of the people, it rubs some the wrong way. I had a politely heated conversation with Naturopath last week about it. Its influence is reflected in yesterday’s post about “taking care of myself, so I can take care of others.” My position is that taking care of myself for others does not devalue myself. Finding connections with others, being loved and living with them, being hurt and harmed by them, this does not devalue myself. Hers is that it will lead to self-destruction due to neglect; martyrdom; undue self-sacrifice; broken hands; not being of the people, only for the people
I have my purpose – love, care, Tz’u, Don – and that cannot be a bad thing (as long as it does not lead to self-destruction; martyrdom; undue self-sacrifice; broken hands; not being of the people, only for the people). As long as it stays an imperfection and does not fall victim to the blackness and its much-too-easy, oil-slick-like slipperiness into the darkness, it cannot be a bad thing. As long as it stays mine, my beautiful imperfection, and as long as the blackness doesn’t claim it as its own, as a flaw, it cannot be a bad thing.
How the hell does this connect to The Lorax? The Lorax speaks for the trees.
This video I found reminds the world – nay, screams at all those who I rub the wrong way with my purpose – why I do what I do. I speak with (not only for) the exceptional but exceptional, with the amazing but marginalized, with the “disabled”: