I really don’t know what this word means in practice. Or at least I’m largely unfamiliar. I don’t accept anything, typically. I whine, protest, combat, etc. Occasionally, I recalibrate while trying to convince myself I haven’t acquiesced. But true acceptance? That usually comes accompanied by something awful, like grief. And I’m not sure if I’ve experienced much of that. Even if I have, I likely didn’t respond in the healthiest of ways.
Now, acceptance looks like something a bit different. For me, it isn’t purely situational— it’s more about recognizing personal failings that have been perpetuated over surprisingly long amounts of time. Seeing them, accepting them. Wow. That’s very difficult. Nevertheless, I imagine it is essential to evolution and positive growth. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.
It’s pretty funny to see this site become an emo Buddhist blog after nearly a decade of an arm’s-length distance with the personal. But at this stage, I don’t really see any point in holding back. The personal is the metaphysical, the spiritual the mundane. There is a veritable gumbo of psychological and experiential hardship that may or may not produce this heretofore unknown quality: acceptance.
And what lies beyond acceptance? Hopefully not continued delusion. It’s easy to take the skeptic’s view and imagine falling back into old patterns or seeking to reestablish conditions that are ultimately unproductive, or at worst, damaging to self and other(s). That sounds so perfectly awful that I refuse to accept it. So, I suppose I may be an optimist.
Lotus grows in shit, the adage goes.