I am a little delayed writing what I wanted to respond to as far as the Daily Prompts are concerned, so you will possibly see two coming in a span of 24 hours. I have been busy and while I was itching to write here, I just didn’t have the energy or the time. So here goes..
Daily Prompt (from The Daily Post): When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?
I have never been one to back off from confrontation — until some life lessons I learned in recent months which saw me change my game plan drastically. I don’t think it was because I had suddenly changed my way of thinking about the workings of life in general — I just lost the energy and the spirit to be “confrontational”. There are things that happen to us in the course of our lives which alter the way we react to things.
My answer would be a little “off” because while I would normally walk straigh in, I don’t. And yet, I don’t head for the hills. My answer to the prompt, unfortunately, is not clear cut. It would’ve been 18 months ago.
I’ve learned that there are times when just standing still in the midst of chaos will minimize your injuries. Running in any direction — whether towards or away from the melee — is not a guarantee of safety. And there are times when you just find yourself glued to the ground you’re standing on — unable to move even if you wanted to.
I choose to be still. To just stand where I am. To get hit in the chaos if I get hit, or to just avoid the rush of the crowd in any direction.
For the most part, it works for me. Now.
Perhaps it’s age that has made me more accepting that confrontation can be a costly means of dealing with a situation. Perhaps it’s the losses that have made me realize that the victories are not always worth the energy it took to achieve the win.
Someone had once told me tha even I didn’t do anything, things will fall into place. In an ironic and yet very real way, they have. After the chaos, I stood where I was, not moving or wanting to go into any direction. And everything became still. I found myself alone — the rowdy crowd gone — the noise settling into silence.
Fall into place, things did. I watched the world go on with me standing where I was. In watching, I learned to be quiet so I could listen. And I learned a lot from what I saw and what I heard. In many ways, being still helped me to move forward. Even when at times, I felt a painful nudge on my shoulder from someone walking past without a care. Or when I got run over by a bulldozer who didn’t bother to swerve.
Was there a time I wished I had done the opposite? Perhaps.
I wish I had stopped sooner. I wish that instead of plunging head on and confronting a situation I was forced into — I instead pulled back, or I instead just stood still. But that is all wishful thinking now. I went forward and it cost me all the energy and spirit I had. So now, I stand still.
If I had done that – stopped sooner before so much damage had been done —I’d still be as gungho about confrontations as I used to be. I wouldn’t have the wisdom of the life lessons I learned in the last year or so, and I wouldn’t be standing still, watching the world go by. I wouldn’t be listening as intently as I do now — because I’d still be preoccupied with having myself be heard instead of hearing what the world was telling me.
Yes, things did fall into place. I found my place under the sun. And this is where I stand.