The victimhood narrative is so easy to fall into. Someone did something, and now I’m suffering. It sounds comforting, like a black-and-white, mind-numbing Doordarshan movie that won national awards. But here’s the thing—it’s the most loved narrative. I was no different. I went to my spiritual mentor, heartbroken, wailing, and told him my entire sad story. He barely speaks English, but he calmly looked at me and said, “You’re like a fish crying, ‘I cannot swim, I cannot swim.’ You are a woman, beautiful, intelligent, hardworking. What do you mean your life is torn apart? Do you even hear yourself?”
I was stunned. He wasn’t validating my pain—he was telling me I was creating it. I left upset.
But here’s where the magic happened. I’m someone who chews on things in my head, and after a while, a new narrative emerged. What if God was my parent? (I mean, that’s what religious texts say, right?). He would have created me with so many positive qualities—I was strong, artistic, intelligent, capable, a mother (yes, I can flatter myself endlessly!). But here I was, feeling worthless, because one person said I wasn’t. If my kids threw away all the opportunities and gifts they had, I’d be crushed. So why was I doing it to myself?
That’s when it hit me—I was letting my maker down, and damn, if I did that, I couldn’t live with myself. So, just like the crescendo music in Rocky Balboa, I decided to train for life. I kept at it, and Voila, just like Rocky, I did it! I climbed those stairs, jumped, and shouted, “YOU CAN TOO!”
Don’t let one person take away your divine worth. You are part of the divine, no matter your religion. Don’t let anyone take that from you!
Much love,
R
PS: Now, get your arse up, and train your body and mind!
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