It’s debatable whether the ‘resistance‘ is with us from birth.
When I look at my children, I’m reminded that kids make beauty without even knowing it. They’re not oppressed by the weight of what the world might think of them, they simply are.
My daughter Gem blows bubbles and giggles to herself. My older daughter Stellar makes up songs and dances like no dance you’ve ever seen. My wife and I have commented that it’s like she’s lost in her own world.
But I wonder if it’s her who’s lost, or us?
Who’s really more screwed up – Our kids who don’t seem to know any better, or we who seem to live fragmented lives at the knees of resistance?
And then I see it happen before my eyes as my daughter looks back at me.
If I do this daddy smiles… but if I don’t, he doesn’t… Or if I try this, and I can’t, he gets sad…
And little by little the voices invade. Resistance takes root.
Are there voices that plague you that don’t belong in your head? You can start by trying to complete the sentence “Sometimes I feel that I’m not ______ enough.”
Chances are deeply internalized statements like these are preventing you from doing much of what you were created for.
Sometimes resistance seeps its way in from the outside. But the trickiest thing is when we can no longer distinguish the voice of resistance from our own.
