There’s a thing about the Zen mentality that makes it a bit tough to embrace for a thug-for-life revolutionary:
Being Zen seems to imply being “o.k.” with things that are, inherently, shitty. A lost job, a bad diagnosis, a broken relationship…while feel-good happiness blogs will tell you that “accepting” these things will make them easier for you, will help you “come to peace” with them, will let you get on with your life, it can feel like they’re telling you to push the truth under the carpet.
And the truth is, these things do suck. If you have any get-up-and-go at all, you’re inclined to be pissed off about them.
Which is only reasonable. No one in their right mind would say, “I’ve got cancer! That’s awesome! I’m looking forward to this!” Yet amazing people every day manage to get through the shittiest of shit like that with a gracious spirit and a joyful attitude that puts the rest of our daily gripes to absolute shame.
Does that mean these are people weak, because they’ve accepted the fact that sometimes life sucks, hard? Or does that mean they’re actually strong as hell, because it’s only the strong as hell that can take the things that would cripple most people and continue to focus on being as happy as they can in the moment?
My Tat, Almost a Beatles Song, and a Standard Happiness Trope
I’ve been toying with the idea of a new tattoo for a while now, but I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted. (We don’t have it in the budget anymore, but it was earmarked for my birthday gift before our own shit hit the fan.) I started a board on Pinterest to gather some ideas, and they were nearing the mark, but they weren’t quite there.
I wanted something that wouldn’t be super-obvious to everyone who saw it. Something classy, but also a little rockabilly. And since I wanted it to be on my shoulder—my first visible “that’s right, I’m a tattoo person” tattoo after getting 4 others in easily hideable places—I wanted it to have a freakload of personal meaning.
I just didn’t know what that meaning was until recently.
If you’re an editing nerd like myself (and I know some of you out there are), then you’ll know what the word means. “Stet” is a mark used by proofreaders and editors to signify that a change they’d previously marked (crossing out a word, adding punctuation, etc.) should be disregarded. In Latin, it means “let it stand.” To me, in this tattoo, it means “things are as they should be.” There is a reason life unfolds the way it does.
Regardless of the changes I want to make—regardless even of the changes I’m trying desperately hard to make—things are as they are for a reason. I can fight them—I can hate them, even—but I accept that the life I’m living right now is the only life I have, and that there is no sense in not trying to find as much happiness and freedom (i.e., the bluebird) as I possibly can in the midst of current circumstances.
Because “acceptance” does not have to equal “liking the way things are.” In fact, it usually doesn’t. If you find yourself needing to accept something, chances are it’s not something all that great. (“Oh fine, I guess I’ll accept this $100 bill I found lying on the ground…”)
You can hate the everloving shit out of something and still accept it. That’s not a contradiction. It’s when you acquiesce to something you don’t like that you’re in trouble.
Accepting vs. Acquiescing (Hint: One Is For Zen; One Is For Punkasses)
Of the many definitions of acceptance (and yes, some are “to acknowledge something as favorable”), the one the happiness gurus are talking about is “a disposition to tolerate or accept people or situations.”
Note the word “tolerate.” Not “love.” Not “trick yourself into thinking it’s awesome when secretly you hate it.” Just “tolerate.”
Tolerating implies that whatever it is you’re accepting is something you’re not thrilled about, but you’re taking the higher road. For whatever reason—harmony in your relationships, your own peace of mind, the ability to get through the day—you’re learning to live with something that is less than ideal. You’re learning to be happy in spite of the fact that it’s there, rather than boo-hooing your crappy luck and fixating on how unfair things are.
That’s not to say you can’t be trying to fix it in the meantime; you should be. You just learn to not let it bring you down while you’re doing so.
Acquiescence, in contrast, means “passive assent or agreement without protest.”
I hope I don’t need to elaborate on why this is not a philosophy CCIQ would ever in a million years endorse.
Protest your little fucking hearts out, readers dear. But don’t let it make you miserable. Don’t give it that power.
The application of this dichotomy in my own life would read as follows:
I accept the fact that there’s been a bend in my road.
I accept the financial uncertainty this throws us into, the delay it puts on my Quits dream, the fact that I will be tired and overextended and (yes, I’ll be real) disgruntled with certain things for a while longer now.
Because by doing that, by saying “stet” quietly over and over to myself as I work my way through the days, I find the patience and determination I need to keep on keepin’ on. I find myself able to still smile at sunsets and laugh at the jokes on the sitcoms I watch with my husband.
It keeps me on the positive side of the line I’m walking. Because who wants to walk the negative side? Seriously—it’s your choice. Why would you choose miserable?
But, will I acquiesce to this bend? Will I let it convince me that my dreams are pipe dreams, persuade me to go back to The Way Things Are, grind me down into the sad, defeated little puddle I could become if I accepted it without protest?
Hell to the no.
That’s not what revolutionaries do.
What things in your life do you need to say “stet” to? How can you accept without acquiescing? Work it out with me in the comments, babies!
Image: Nickolai Kashirin / Flickr
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