sometimes unexpected frosts hit

This is long, but stay with me:

When you re­al­ize hu­man be­hav­ior is a net­work of pre­set re­ac­tions to ex­ter­nal stim­uli, it be­comes real hard to get an­gry at peo­ple or hold a grudge.

We pull our hand back and gasp the same as any­one else does, when you touch a hot pan.

When we hold ex­pec­ta­tions, and are sur­prised when some­thing else hap­pens, we get hit with frustration.

Some of us ex­pect dis­ap­point­ment, and as it’s the first thing on our mind we search for it in our­selves and oth­ers. If we can­not find it, we cre­ate it. 

Some of us ex­pect suc­cess, and when hard­ships come we don’t know how to han­dle it. And again, frus­tra­tion comes.

We all dis­tract our­selves with ex­ter­nal things. This post it­self is a dis­trac­tion. You tak­ing the time to read it and hum­ming in ap­proval be­cause it matched your ex­pec­ta­tion of wis­dom (or the post bored you and and you moved on to find some­thing that suit­ed you) is a distraction.

A dis­trac­tion from what, though?

Ac­tu­al peace. Sus­tain­able peace.

The world is full of a bil­lion things that break your ex­pec­ta­tions wide open. You can eas­i­ly be led down into frus­tra­tion and anger and stress over things com­plete­ly out of your hands. 

It’s not a mat­ter of stay­ing blind to the atroc­i­ties of the world, or only seek­ing out things that make you feel good. All of that is distraction.

Nev­er for­get that you are here to cre­ate peace with­in your­self and to grow the world around you. Throw­ing seeds out­side the gar­den into un-tilled soil doesn’t grow next year’s harvest.

Peace starts here. Not “here” as in the words on this screen, or this blog, but “here” as in “the voice in your head that processed the word here.”

I have no au­thor­i­ty or pow­er to stop the process­es of the world. I sup­port how I can, and send what I can spare, but peace has to be made here be­fore it can spread elsewhere.

Every­thing else is just throw­ing seeds to the air and hop­ing for the best. Till that dirt, love. Tend to your gar­den. You de­serve to grow peace right here. The world needs you to grow peace right here.

 

—david loret de mola

I came up with a per­son­al truth phrase … per­haps a cou­ple decades ago now, “Ex­pec­ta­tions are pre­med­i­tat­ed resentments”

Flom­mist David Loret de Mola is a Grand Slam Po­et­ry Cham­pi­on of Sacra­men­to with Sac Uni­fied Slam Team and Zero For­bid­den Goals who has rep­re­sent­ed the City of Sacra­men­to in the Na­tion­al Po­et­ry Slam, and 100 Thou­sand Po­ets for Change in Saler­no, Italy. Copy­right © 2023 David Loret de Mola. Im­age: Hilma af Klint, The Sev­en-Point­ed Star No. 1 (de­tail), 1908, source.

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