‘I’ve been here before, and I’ll
be here again.’ Not an expression of
belief in reincarnation, but another of the mantras which have sustained me at
difficult times. I remember particularly
muttering these words to myself one day in the 1980s as went up in the old
rickety goods lift to the first floor of the Library Resource Centre in
Hamilton. I was struggling through
emotional pain, but I had the detachment to remind myself firstly that I had
endured similar pain in the past and secondly that just as on those occasions
things had eventually improved, so this time also the mist would clear. But I
also had the realism to acknowledge that its return was pretty much
inevitable. ’I’ve been here before, and
I’ll be here again.’ It was somehow an
encouragement to know that this ebb and flow of angst was part of the rhythm of
my life. I also recognise with gratitude that this detachment and realism are
gifts, and that there are many whose pain is so great that such a level
of self-awareness is at times impossible.
Friday, 7 December 2012
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