The human experience is a complex endeavor, made up of emotions, experiences, and wisdoms. Each emotion, sad, angry, depressed, happy, gleeful, joyful, and many others, is necessary to get the most out of life. One must overcome hardships, dips and peaks, and struggles. Each event, positive or negative shapes who we are.
Perhaps the best way to teach, is with example. For this, I will use my own life. It is what I know best, and I believe it adequately shows the joy that can be found from the sad. When we begin this tale, I am in 1st grade, living in Garden Valley, California.
Garden Valley, perhaps the best place I have ever lived. My family actually lived a few miles outside of town, in the mountains. We had a long, steep drive-way leading down to our house. The house was a pale blue, with a darker blue lining. It was a nice house, an old house, with many fond memories. We had a deck the hanged roughly 35 feet over the garden bellow. We used to sleep on the deck, gazing at the clearest sky I have ever seen. I mentioned we lived in the mountains--that wasn't even half of it. We had forests, stretching out for what seemed like forever, and, to top it all off, a waterfall. Not a small one either. This waterfall was roughly 50 feet high. It was... Mighty. During the Summers it would dry up, and one day, my father had my brother and I climb it--no ropes, gloves, or helmets. Oh, it was marvelous.
My school, Creekside, was amazing. It was named Creekside because it actually had a small creek running through it. The education was, well, I could do exponents and double digit multiplication in 1st grade. My friends... There was Austin, Dalton, Kevin, Crystal, Matthew, and a few others. They were, epic, in the truest sense of the word. I still remember my teacher, Ms. Alan. She was really cool. My life was amazing at this point. I had never been happier in my life, but soon things would take a radical change.
My parents out of a job forced us to move up to a town in Oregon in the middle of my 1st grade year. This is when things took a nose dive. We moved into a small house. A small, brown, dump. I soon started school at the local Elementary. In shock of the move, I turned into the shy little boy that cries constantly. Part of me, still is that kid, but only a part. I was bullied almost constantly. Mostly verbal, though on occasion it would get more serious. I was never cool, though I constantly fought to be accepted. I never was, not truly. Shunned by the outside world, I closed into myself, and that is where my true story begins.
I fell into a depression in 1st grade that lasted almost the next 5 years of my life. Second grade was much the same. My brother was also bullied, but he made friends. I made acquaintances. I am going to skip past Second grade, because nothing life changing happened that year. Third grade was a bad one. Every day after school my brother and I would go to Boy's & Girl's Club. Part way through third grade I thought I was finally making a friend. Spirits lifted. He was a boy several years ahead of myself, though we regularly hung out during B&G Club. Then...He sexually molested me. That one is tough. A friend, someone I had grown to trust, someone who was lifting me up. He ruined me. I was trash. He sent me spiraling further and further down into depression. Though, by this point, I had grown rather good at hiding my grief. My parents knew I hadn't had many friends, that I was being bullied "now and then," but they had no true idea. Just to make clear, my parents worked almost constantly, so I was home alone a lot.
Nothing big happened in fourth grade. I was still suffering from bullying, depression, and loneliness (I didn't mention this before, but I felt utterly alone through all of this). In fifth grade we moved to a bigger house, the one I am currently typing this from. It was a dump, but I got my own room finally (this comes in shortly). So, surrounded by darkness, in the middle of fifth grade I started attempting to take my own life. The pain had grown far too much for me to bare, and I needed it to go. My method of choice was that of slitting my own throat. I would sit on my bed, lights out, weeping, with a dagger pressed against my throat. The closest I came was drawing blood. Every time I failed, I felt even more pitiful. Who was I, so weak I couldn't even take my own life?! I was a looser! In total, over the span of 9 months or so, I attempted suicide 17 times. With every failed attempt I fell deeper. Again, my parents had no idea. Luckily for me, the school year ended and I had relief. I switched into an online school, Connections Academy, which probably saved my life. Solitude from everyone was just fine for me. I was used to being alone. At least at home no one could mock me (aside from my brother). I developed anger problems, though luckily I fixed those.
Only till about a year ago have I ever told someone.
That, is my story. That is my life, my history, my past. I have regretted nothing, nor would I ever change one thing. I still lapse into depression every now and then, and have contemplated suicide even just months ago. Yes, I still have problems, but I work through them. Each sorrow I have ever felt, or will feel, has and will shape me--In my opinion, for the best. I know of sadness. I know of pain. I know of being utterly alone, or at least feeling such. From these, I have gathered strength, will, and happiness that, I believe, can only be attained by undergoing a harsh pain. I look back, and I do not see a unfortunate past. I see the opportunity to learn, grow, and for wisdom. From each sorrow you can draw something good.
I urge you to rethink life. Rethink sadness and sorrow. Yes, without a doubt, it will be hard. You have survived, and you are alive. NEVER take that for granted. Life is the best gift given to you. Do not squander it.
Come to think of it, every disaster in my life was not a disaster at all. It was a lesson. I've learned absolutely nothing from my successes.
Thanks for sharing your story.
That was very brave of you. Please know that you can get help. You are not alone - suicide is one of the three most common causes of death in people your age. Anti-depressants and psychotherapy are both useful and proven effective. I'm not saying you don't have legitimate reasons to be sad, but you should at least consider these options.
Again, I'm very proud of you for being so brave.
Thanks. However depression isn't much of of a problem for me as of late. I have made some awesome friends, and, as indicated in the final paragraph, received joy from sorrow. I didn't post this to share my story, rather for a bigger outlook on life, on sorrow.
Glad to hear things are on the up for you. As for the nature of life and sorrow I'm thinking many have tried and never really found the answers they're looking for. This goes back to the whole 'why do bad things happen' concept. Some people believe life is a completely random series of events and some people get lucky and some don't. This may be true but I find the concept really disempowering IMO. On the other hand there are people who believe in the 'law of attraction' and how thoughts are the sole creator of your reality. In this case they'd say you created this tragedy yourself on some subconscious/unconscious level (how horrible that sounds) because you wanted to experience it on some equally deep level. I tend to sit more on the 'thought creates reality' camp but given that I need to ask myself why would people create such horrible things for themselves. This is a thought for another time I guess.
Frankly I don't know where the truth lies either way for sure at this point. From my experience in life though you seem to get what you focus on - and thus if you focus on only the positive things in life they seem to more easily flow to you - thus supporting the whole law of attraction concept. Angry people always find something to be angry about. Status obsessed people always find something wrong about another person to lower them and elevate themselves, etc... Tynan is continually appreciative and grateful about what happens to him - even finding the silver lining in every 'bad' event by focusing on the positive (i.e. if his car breaks down he'll be happy about how he had a car in the first place since many people don't). In your case the things you've gone through are quite heavy but given that maybe you will have a much more succinct appreciation for joy and life than someone who's never had to go through such things. Given how thoughts may create reality (but it isn't proven completely yet) I say you take Pascal's wager and focus your thoughts on the good regardless. It is a small energy investment which could have an infinitely positive result (as opposed to believing the world is random - likewise a small energy investment but which could have infinite reprucussions - the lack of control - possibility of evil, etc...).
Another avenue I've heard about is the notion of karma and multiple lifetimes. Maybe your experiences now make up for doing something similar as a parent in a past life? It sounds far out I know but if you think about it many experiences and consequences thereof would not fit into a single finite lifetime. Thus reincarnation/karma makes a lot of sense as a tool for educating consciousness about consequences through time.
I've also thought about thresholds until change - meaning the point at which experiences have to get worse and worse until you fully realize the consequences of your actions. Maybe this why the threshold experience for you? I don't know. In any case though for an example of the concept I did not exercise at all until I started getting all sorts of odd muscular issues. I never thought much of exercise until I reached the point where I was semi-crippled near 30. It was surreal watching 70-80 year olds+ walking faster than you at the mall when I was in pain - that was a big wake up call for me.
I also think sometimes experiences have a ripple effect as well in which people who hear about them turn their consciousness to the event and it in turn makes them wonder. As for myself for example I think this may be a call to reform our so called 'schooling and educational' system. Our school system turns out so many depressed and drug addled children that maybe we should re-evaluate whether we are doing what we think is right. Can we expect to just randomly grab children (who don't have much experience or much empathy at times) from all over the place and expect them to craete a sort of artificial society without much adult supervision ala 'lord of the flies'? I think it's all madness personally and is a reason why I don't want to have children until the world consciousness rises up to a point in which they will be nurtured - not destroyed.
Well this is all I've got Nathanael. I've unloaded the 'full clip' as they like to say lol. Hopefully you can find or glean something from here that will help you on your journey.
I must say, I quite enjoyed reading that. Truthfully, I am unsure of my specific belief system. The rest of my family are Christians, but close to a year ago I dismissed organized religion as a whole. I suppose I am an agnostic with a flare for benevolence. I have looked into many beliefs, spending much of my time on the wonder of consciousness, and how it couldn't simply be a random even one after another. Anyways, I appreciate you posting this.
I quite agree on the status of the schools and teaching environment. Which is why I aspire to one day be a High School Physics teacher (and, if I can convince the school board, my own elective: Intro to Neuroscience). I want to teach my class a different way, and if the school has a particular problem about it, move on. I want to teach with an open-minded air. To inform, but also be taught. But, that is a ways off.
Life is a gift, you can overcome anything with support, knowledge, and love. Thanks for sharing & keep making progress.
Last year on Thanksgiving I made a big list of everyone I knew and thanked them each for something. I was going to do this again, but almost all of them would be the same as last year.
Instead I'm going to talk about my parents a little bit, since they've surely had a bigger influence on me than anyone else.
A lot of the good habits I have today, which essentially define who I am, come directly from my parents. They managed to steer me away from TV, drugs, and alcohol in such a way that I never considered rebelling by indulging in these things.
I met this kid a long time ago, ages ago, back when I played all the school sports, back when all I cared about was winning games. I was, in my mind, an exceptional athlete; I got to play and played pretty well. Won a few MVP awards. All that stuff.
Then, one day, all of that ended. I left the small private school I had attended from 1st to 10th grade for The Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science, and after that things started to change. I felt like I was becoming a different person. MSMS introduced me to a world of possibilities different from the small town, small school, everybody and they momma know what everybody and yo' doggie been doin all day kind of world that I had been living in for the past 16 years. I was all like, “Wow! Science!” and, “Wow! Writing!” and, “Holy shit! Art!” For the first time in my life I had been given the chance to recreate myself. I began to discover hidden talents and interests that, I think, I wouldn't have found had I stayed at my first high school. (Kudos to MSMS).
But yeah. When I came back to visit my old friends and my old high school it was just different. I wasn't very enthused to talk about how good this years football team is or how tall Jimmy Newguy is or how fast Susie Whoever is going to be or what ever they wanna talk about. I don't know. I was just different.
Anyways back to the point, I met this kid. The little brother of Dragoo, we called him Lil' Nera. Long story behind that one, but he was the football team water-boy. We loved him so much. He gave off this positive energy with a smile so wide you could see the sunshine. When he wasn't busy handing out water, he would always run up and say “What's up!” and throw up his hand for a high-five. His presence was probably more refreshing than the water he handed out. And when I'd come back to my old school's football games and see my old teammates playing, I'd see Lil Nera out there on the field. He'd come up to me and just be like old friends again. What's up-ing and hive-fiving. He'd ask me questions all about what Math and Science school is like and (later) how college was going. He was a genuine person, refreshingly connected to you every time you'd talk with him.