The fallen ones
Over the last few months I have been quite withdrawn, which is often with a purpose to remove myself from human contact. I find I have become disillusioned with our society when I am subjected everyday to a proportion of this human race who simply refuse to take ownership of their decisions and actions. I view how easily it is for them to blame another person, an event, or some thing instead of rising to the occasion and take charge. I see how they retreat into the background to have someone fight their battles for them.
These are the ones we have to coax or even bribe with not just an apple, but the entire tree. Or perhaps an orchard if we wanted for them to meet us halfway to reach a mutual agreement. So I ask – what happened to us?
Has the high-tech progression age we created for ourselves in turn limited our self development? Have we as parents foregone the real duties of bringing up our children? Have these children then grown reliant and have our partners then became our adult coddlers?
The story of the bear in this piece is quite simply an angel - a fallen angel who has lost his wings. He is lost in a place of darkness because he has lost his faith. He must learn to get back on his own feet and to fight his own battles with the use of his brain and his paws, without the use of angelic magic. You might conclude in his present state, he could very well be subdued. Despondent even. This is his battle. He is the one who can push himself to his feet and stand up so he can start walking to find food and shelter for rest. This is what he must repeat everyday without fail to regain his faith. You see, as he fell he heard a voice that whispered into his ear – that should he ever wish to regain his wings, he must undertake a journey of self-worth.
Occasionally, this bear comes across a story that leaves him shaken to his core and he has to stop to attend to the lessons these stories unfolded.
The story of Little Foot – the dinosaur who overcomes his grief from losing his mother. Little Foot sunk in to a despair where he just curled up and would not move a single muscle. He could muster up no effort because he saw no hope. This dinosaur did accept the help of others to stand up again. His journey brought him lifetime friends who travelled together far and wide in search of paradise. Along the way, they were met with countless tough battles but overcame each and every single one, eventually finding their Eden.
The story of the Cowardly Lion – the lion whose fears brand him a Coward and embarks on a journey with his companions to seek courage. This cowardly lion had no qualms standing up to those who would harm his friends. Yes he may hesitate but he always rises up to the occasion and never lets them down. His journey brought him to the realisation that courage does not mean you have no fear. When you face your battles instead of cowering from them, that is courage.
Once he has absorbed the lessons, this bear then shakes his fur with determination and continues his own journey. He reminds himself that he must not lose his faith. The good will come – If he does not regain his wings to fly, he will learn to soar without them!
What about us in the human society then?
Have we not grown up with the same stories and heard the same tales? Have we not rejoiced with these characters when they triumphed above all?
Then why have we not learnt these simple lessons of self empowerment?
Earlier I mentioned my disillusionment.
One of the more frequent phrases I hear now is “I have depression and anxiety”.
We have come a full circle where we never used to acknowledge this impairment in our mental wellbeing to accepting this and openly addressing it. Yet, is it too carelessly thrown around now? You can say I am disillusioned by the ones who use this as an excuse to shirk out of their responsibilities, to hide from facing their fears or to coerce others into their biding.
Do not misunderstand me, not all of us treat such circumstances callously – in fact, I have nothing but the utmost respect for the ones who shine when their world is plunged into darkness. I will not call them victims whether they be the first party, second party or the third. This is too weak a word and bears them no justice for they are so much stronger than words can describe. These are the angels who have truly learnt to soar without their wings.
Someone once said to me – “If somebody tells you they cannot do ‘this’, give me their number and I will call them to tell they can. If I can with what I am going through, anyone else can.”
I in turn told her that she is an inspiration.
Everyone’s story is different with each twist, each turn, and each thorn containing their very own attributes. As another, we never really truly understand the battles someone else is facing. We can offer help and this may sometimes come with temporary optimism, but if you are a fallen angel searching for your wings – remember – only from your own efforts will you acquire the faith, the light and the hope. When you finally soar from this, do come and see me. Let me tell you that you are an inspiration.
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