by Susanne Kempken
(Australia)
The sky was a vivid blue, the sun was shining bright and a mild breeze made the day perfect for a spot of gardening. I pulled on my gardening gloves, brought the green waste bin into the backyard and hunkered down to do some much needed weeding. On a perfect day like this even a chore like weeding was enjoyable. I was just about to yank another thick bundle of weeds from the garden bed, when I saw my cat pounce on something skittering across the garden path. Whatever it was didnât get very far, stopped in its tracks by a heavy clawed paw. I quickly scrambled to my feet and as I stepped closer, I saw a small lizard struggling wildly beneath the paw. I was more than happy to play the saviour. As soon as I lifted the cat away, the lizard scampered off to safety. What a great day! Beautiful weather, weeding was almost done and to top it off I saved a lizard from being used as a chew toy. I was happy.
When the weeding was done I filled my green waste
bin and started rolling it back up the path. It was quite heavy and as I paused
to get a better grip, I noticed that the bin was leaving an ugly smear in its
wake. Expecting a squished plant I paused to inspect and to my utter horror I
saw that it was the remnants of the cute little lizard. It had hidden beneath
the bin and gotten crushed as I moved it. I was dismayed . . . and after my
immediate âoh noâfeeling faded, I just felt guilty.
I wondered why this had happened. I saved the
lizard from death by cat only to have it killed by a bin. Not to mentioned that
I was now responsible for its demise instead of the cat. It seemed so absurd.
What was the point of saving the lizard in the first place? While its actual
death was probably kinder than what the cat would have put it through, the
outcome was still the same. I couldnât make sense of it. It seemed almost
cruel.
Since I couldnât find any immediate answers my
mind jumped onto the âWhat ifâ and the âI should haveâbandwagon.
What if I had simply been patient enough to wait for the lizard to disappear? I
would have seen where it chose to hide. Score one for âthis is my
faultâ. I should have checked under the bin before I moved it. Score two
for âthis is my faultâ. What if I had left the bin in its spot until
tomorrow? Score three for âthis is my faultâ. Even though I was
aware of what I was doing, my mind refused to stop throwing things at me that
made me feel worse. For me this is a very typical, almost innate response to an
unpleasant experience. The âWhat ifâ curse of hindsight. The
extra serving of guilt we place on ourselves following a negative event.
It
doesnât matter that, more often than not, these events are accidental,
and in the moment of occurrence most likely out of our control.
While I was standing there allowing my mind to
ride the merry-go-round of âWhat ifsâ a sudden knowing jammed
the gears in my carousel. Thought after thought popped into my mind and none of
them felt like my own. Hereâs what came to mind. . .
This was a lesson in acceptance. It was the
lizardâs time to go and nothing and no one could have changed that. Call it the
flow of life, fate, destiny or nature. By saving the lizard I merely delayed
its fate and gave its fate a different packaging. The outcome was always going
to be the same. It was inevitable. To be able to accept this is the acceptance
of a greater truth. Life happens and while we get a choice in so many things,
some things are beyond our conscious control, and always will be. So be kind to
yourself and realise that sometimes there is absolutely nothing you can do to
change an outcome. Acceptance is an important step towards healing. You find
peace in acceptance.
When misfortune befalls us we often get caught
up in the âWhat ifsâ of the situation. What if I hadnât
gone out tonight? What if I had chosen a different road? What if I hadnât been
late? What if, what if, what if. . . . A person can go insane
wondering and worrying about the âWhat ifsâ. It is a simple fact
that all the âWhat ifsâ in the world wonât change the outcome
of what has already happened. Acceptance is the key. The key to peace.
Being stuck in the âWhat ifâ loop
only prolongs our pain and suffering, it blocks the natural process of healing
and most importantly, it prevents us from moving forward with our life.
Acceptance is the only way to extract ourselves from the âWhat ifâ quicksand,
itâs the only way to move through and forward. Acceptance reanimates the flow
of life towards us and makes joy possible again. Through acceptance we affirm
to the universe that we are ready to heal, we are ready to move forward, we are
ready to receive light and positivity back into our life.
Iâve added an excerpt from âAuguries of
Innocenceâ by William Blake. In a few lines he manages to sum up the
idea of acceptance so beautifully.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro’ the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
William Blake
