Lessons I have learnt through the years are plundered with and deep with seemingly no end.
Narrowing them down is quite easy as you garner what is the most prominent and impactful.
Being Thankful & Objective
Being thankful starts with my earliest treads and saunter movements through my village at a young age, the trees, the smells, the wildlife and rolling fields. In infancy I was meaning blind, object blind, context blind, pain dead and body disconnected – I experienced the world through my body.
Thanking Their Actions
I was bullied in my neighbourhood in early infancy, I was functionally non-verbal and echolalic, thanking them is necessary they taught me the foundations of misunderstanding, fear and intolerance.
Understanding People’s Motivations
They are also human beings and anger is not a feeling that shrouds me. They have hopefully reflected, moved on and made pastures of meaningful living. I can only wish them well in these ventures.
I didn’t expect them to understand nor would they, because befriending me out of obligation rather than true connection would have been futile.
Projection Of Inner Challenges?
I was kicked, punched, spat at, pushed, and had verbal insults thrown my way as well as being forcefully locked in a makeshift cage for over an hour. Think of the unhappy and saddened minds that would do this? I cannot help reflecting on how much they potentially needed kindly support themselves.
But why be thankful for such events? Because these were my tempered experiences they built.
Foundations and I had to slowly make sense of wishful, seeking alternative realities weren’t an option.
My resilience was unconsciously built through movement, language, and the system of sensing in which the merged frequencies of people, objects, and my external environment.
This included the twinkling of water, the carpet fabric, blades of grass, barks of trees, the smearing of shaving foam and bubble bath liquid on the bathroom tiles, the fragmented stranger in the mirror for over ten years and the observation of fragmented phonic laden beings.
I wouldn’t change these events, nor do I resent through the illusions of solace, I lived a human life and that is fine.
Paul Isaacs 2022