Functionally Dysfunctional

Hello Beloved,

The other day I was someplace where I couldn’t help but hear others talking and it seemed to me that there was a commonality to all the various conversations. Bet you could guess what it was, that’s right, complaining. I am inclined to use another word but will stick with complaining.

The subjects and objects and sources may have differed but still it was simple complaining. It got me to thinking about how all of us slip so easily into the complaining mode. Why do we do this? That is a question for the universe, yeah. Do we feel better about ourselves if we shove someone else into the mud? Does it make us feel stronger, bigger, better, smarter?

I think it goes deeper than that. I think if we could manage to push all of the surface stuff to the side we might see a bit of truth that makes us feel uncomfortable. I do include myself in all that I say, I hope you know that. Anyway, I think if we went beneath the surface crap we might see that we are functionally dysfunctional.

We, in our growing up, graft different ways of thinking and doing into our wiring that eventually put cloudy filters in front of our eyes. Sometimes the grafting is done by another’s hands and actions, sometimes it is done by us gripping something so tightly that it takes root.

Every one that has, does, or will breathe air does this in my opinion. I do not presume to judge whether this is good or bad or otherwise, it just is. For me, I am well aware of my own dysfunctionality. Thanks to many, many hours of talking with a therapist of one kind or another. I am convinced that this grafting takes place regardless of whether we grow up surrounded by money and all that it can buy, or we don’t. Money cannot buy happiness and joy; it can only buy stuff to hide our dysfunctions behind.

Am I being cynical? Am I being unfair and judgmental? I hope not. If I come across that way to you, well, sorry, not sorry.  Beloved, can we be honest with ourselves, really honest? Are we able to stop the temptation to complain about someone or something long enough to recognize the functional dysfunction that has put cloudy filters in front of our eyes?

Are we able to quiet our tongues until we can change the complaining to blessing? Maybe blessing is too much to ask, how about something that leans just a touch to the positive side rather than the negative. I understand what a challenge this can be, I really do.

I also believe in you Beloved. I believe that you have the willingness and the courage and the strength and the “want to” to do the right thing.

Beloved, I believe in you. Do you believe in you? Beloved, believe in yourself, that is the challenge I leave with you today.

Beloved, have a lovely…

Mona LangmaackMelin