Much of my professional and personal life revolves around supporting others (and myself) through a discussion of social/emotional intelligence and spiritual awakening. The convergence of these topics has quickly become one of my greatest joys because it requires me to look at the “other” as a part of me. Rather than assuming someone else is less than or even better than, I consider that I am both autonomous and somehow an integration of all things…
Why yes, this does sound like a hippie way to live. (And no, I’m not old enough to receive official hippie status. Darn 😉 ).
However, it is more than hippie talk. I call it “homospirituality” (same-spirit attraction) and truly believe that there is a way for us to engage in community and conflict without infringing upon an individual’s personal journey. (For recent footage of my vulnerable and somewhat “revealing” ownership of this process, see this post. Man, that heart of mine belly-flopped, didn’t it? Doh). My utopia is a bit frustrating, since most of the time I feel like an alien. But, I recognize that this incessant and quite adolescent need to be “different” has drawn us to degrees of separation that burn away the ability to connect deeply, meaningfully and with a level of passion and commitment that inspires.
So today, I pose the following list of “others” that we think exist in our world… consider this list while embracing your individuality while seeking to understand the “other:”
The fatherless child doesn’t understand the other child whose Dad is always there.
The Dad who is always there doesn’t understand the other child who feels suffocated by his father’s constant presence.
The childless woman doesn’t understand the other woman who grieves the birth of a sick baby.
The mother of a sick baby doesn’t understand the other woman who grieves the inability to adopt.
The infertile man doesn’t understand the other dad who yells at his son on a camping trip.
The angry father doesn’t understand the other man because he personally never wanted a family.
The working family doesn’t understand the other family who spends more on vacations than it can afford because that is the only time they see one another.
The single income family who doesn’t understand the other family who spends more on childcare than it can afford because they trust the village to raise the child.
The married couple doesn’t understand the other person whose singleness leaves them lonely.
The single person doesn’t understand the other person whose marriage leaves them lonely.
The believer doesn’t understand the other believer who doesn’t seek a savior to feel whole.
The other believer doesn’t understand… the other believer… who doesn’t believe that there is the other…
Good… because the other… understands what it feels like to be outsider.
The other… understands what it feels like to be misunderstood.
And that, is what we have in common.
We. Are. The other.
And thus… understanding the other begins, when we realize, there is no other.
Separation is illusion, yet the magic is in our unique story.
Go figure. 😉