Surviving Hard Times and the Hope for Revival

A couple of years ago I wrote a blog post about surviving dark times. Welp, here we all are-in dark times. Pandemically speaking, I’d be willing to say the shit has most definitely hit the fan on more than one occasion. But who is exempt from a few days of trouble?

August 10, 2018

No More Nightmares by Teddy the Brave

You know those movies where there’s a person holding on to a rapidly splitting rope as they are about die, clinging on for dear life?  Well, if I could describe this past year, for me, such a movie scene would be completely appropriate.  My rope snapped.  I fell long and hard and got some skin ripped off me on my way down the deep chasm.   What a disparaging place! A nightmare even! Forget dreaming, I was just trying to survive.  I had once again been hit on all sides- but there will be plenty of time to blog about that in the future.  Besides, this is not a competition on who’s had the darkest days.  We’re all in the struggle at some point.  For now, it’s enough to know that the story gets better.  

I find it odd how we wrestle to disassociate from our present realities. “It couldn’t quite possibly be this bad for us could it? This happens on the news-in other places- not here.” When we do acknowledge our frightful experiences, we want a gold medal. We want everyone to see and we secretly think we have paid our dues.

We have played around with status and hierarchy for far too long. We elevate ourselves above the other without a second thought. And for a time, we sat divided in our social circles that we’ve fancied so dearly, divided by race, religion, celebrity, and economic status. That gnarly ego keeps us in a state of shock until as last, on some strange morning, we are able to look at ourselves as a person among the people. If we are willing to surrender and evolve, we join hands with the human race across the globe and weep for a new day. No one better than the other.

I believe a day is coming when we will get tired of the divvying up. I believe we can exist outside of ego, a wealthy race of dreaming, thriving humans. . .people who aren’t always trying to make like a bandit and run with satchels filled with sunshine. If we surrender to the truth that not one of are are beyond hard times and not one of us are beyond the best of times, we’ll be closer to alright. I think living like this will be revival in and of itself. -Teddy the Brave