It is what it is. I've long thought that that statement signified some kind of fatalistic journey into morose negativity, a mile marker in continuing victim mode. A place where we would wallow in unbearable disappointment and yet with reluctant acceptance, put our heads down and charge forward, blindly shouldering the burden of pain in heroic, dogged determination to not only carry on with grace, but bear it.
And what I've learned in this journey of my heart, is that it's so far and away not the case. The very definition should be stricken from the books and reassessed. In fact, its premise is where all Freedom, Joy and Happiness begin. It is not stifling, but liberating. It is not to bear, but to become. The entire concept basks in truth. And truth is what all sure foundations are built upon.
I think of the nuances of relationships, certain heartache, miscommunication, missed expectations. I think of disappointments, illness, struggle. I think of the many things we grapple with and the many times we are taught to simply bear it, to move on, buck up, be strong. Try.
And being a girl who has always been full-throttle engaged in living stronger, faster, better, I have bought into the theory that by sheer will-power and strength alone, I could carry such an idea of burden and pull through to the other side, like the final leg up over the rock to the summit of a mountain. Battered, thirsty, but somehow all the more euphoric for the climb. And now I know that there is another trail with a more magnificent view, panoramic and yet more breath-taking still. And this view breathes deep oxygen even for the altitude, and doesn't fall into the sickness or nausea that might surround and distort the experience of an otherwise blissful hike.
For it is true that the higher we climb, the rockier the terrain, the more snared we could become by any look back at abyss, forgotten supplies or the fear of heights. All possibilities that could have us fall into the illness and negativity that would sidetrack our attention and energy from what Is...
Unparalleled views. And Perfect clarity.
It is what it is demands the precision and attention to know that the precipice is there, that there may be less than ideal conditions or even willful, snide intention. But it also requires the mental acuity to stay on track, and remember that all of it is of little consequence unless and until we decide to flirt with the perfidious dangers that lurk in such thoughts.
So don't you see? This is what we do when we accept negative emotion upon misfortune or circumstance.
Regardless of the perpetrator or the cause, any forays into toxic air, blame and dis-ease, flag anger and invite deceit instead of Truth. Thus miring us in delay. Done to ourselves. By ourselves. Exclusively, outside of anyone or anything. And until we can move through it, then we are well and truly stuck and awaiting rescue.
And it is only when we have the courage to strip down the ego of the moment, and pare down dismay, disappointment or anger, that we will finally recognize the basis and reality of what Is. Real. Factual foundations of Truth. And no matter how ugly, scarred or broken that Truth is, it is the Beginning. And it is solid. It is where all the necessary information required to direct choice and accountability in a viable direction is found.
And so it Is...
Commanding the final vote. And who, what or how, does not matter in the subsequent recompense.
That is where Freedom begins.
The Freedom to not only build from Truth, but to decide how to approach what led to its inception with Love, sincerity and the awareness that would foster avenues of not needless blame, but supportive purchase. That is where paradigms shift and relationships become secure. And that is when It is what it is...
Assumes Power.
- This Carman Girl
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