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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