Waging A War is destructive.
I graduated from high school in 1972 and our country was in the midst of the Vietnam War. There was political upheaval over whether or not we should have been involved in the first place. I remember that it was the first televised war. The network news showed battles raging and reported losses on the six o’clock news. The war brought about conflict between the right and the left and between hawks and doves. There were even battles that were waged within households.
My brother, Jim, served, and it was tense for us. I was eighteen and my draft number was 25. I was scared. By all rights, I should have been drafted but I was exempted due to allergies and asthma. It was a scary time all around, and not just for me.
War destroys. War destroys homes and property. Countries are at odds and torn apart from within and from without.
War destroys people. People die. People get hurt. Families are torn apart. There is civilian loss- collateral damage, I guess is the political, sanitized term that is used.
And after all of that, there is the War in the mind. Men and women who cannot make sense of it all, who cannot come to terms with it.
But I want to talk about a different kind of War. I want to talk about a type of War that harms us, not so much from without as much as it comes from within. I think each of us Wages A War with ourselves.
We consider ourselves unworthy. We consider ourselves not good enough. We consider ourselves unlovable and much to our detriment, unworthy of love. And as a result, we don’t, forgive ourselves . . . perhaps cannot forgive ourselves.
We dwell on past failures and use these failures as the measuring stick by which we live our lives. We look back and consider all the things that were done to us, all the things that we did to ourselves or to others, all the things we should have done or shouldn’t have done for ourselves or for others.
We become enslaved by our thoughts and each word, each action is a result of the War we Wage on ourselves.
Perhaps it’s time to take a cease fire and consider that we don’t need to measure our lives by what we’ve done or said or not done or not said in the past. Perhaps it’s time to admit that who we once were is not who we are right now. Perhaps it’s time to move out of the past and into the present, and with an eye on the future. Because it is only by moving from the past to the present that we can truly live in the future. In essence, move on!
When I deal with kids who have been in trouble, I usually tell them that once the door opens, life goes on. I consider the matter, no matter what it was, over and done. A mistake was made and we learn from it and then we move on.
So, why is it so hard to make that admission to ourselves? Why is it so hard to admit a mistake was made, that we need to learn from it and then move on from it? Why do we continue to use that mistake to harm or injure ourselves and continue Waging A War with ourselves- much to our own detriment? Hmmm . . . something to think about . . .
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To My Readers:
If you like thriller and mystery fiction, please check out these four books. Each come with excellent ratings from those who have read them.
Book One, Stolen Lives:
Two thirteen year old boys are abducted off a safe suburban street. Kelliher and his team of FBI agents have 24 hours to find them or they’ll end up like all the others- dead! They have no leads, no clues, and nothing to go on. And the possibility exists that one of his team members might be involved.
Book Two, Shattered Lives:
Six men escaped and are out for revenge. The boys, recently freed from captivity, are in danger and so are their families, but they don’t know it. The FBI has no clues, no leads, and nothing to go on and because of that, cannot protect them.
Book Three, Splintered Lives:
It began in Arizona and it ends in Arizona- in death. A 14 year old boy has a price on his head, but he and his family don’t know it. Their vacation turns into a trip to hell. Out gunned and outnumbered, can this boy protect his father and brothers? Without knowing who these men are? Or how many there are? Or when they might come for him?
Lives Trilogy Prequel, Taking Lives:
FBI Agent Pete Kelliher and his partner search for the clues behind the bodies of six boys left in various and remote parts of the country. Even though they don’t know one another, the lives of FBI Kelliher, 11 year old Brett McGovern, and 11 year old George Tokay are separate pieces of a puzzle. The two boys become interwoven with the same thread that Pete Kelliher holds in his hand. The three of them are on a collision course and when that happens, their lives are in jeopardy as each search for a way out.