"It must suck to go through life as a miserable pessimist, proclaiming yourself a 'realist' while most people just think you're an asshole." -unknown
Yesterday, I began reading a book. I have a few on my shelf that I've been meaning to tackle, but with the baseball season going on and all the work I do in covering the season, I have no time for it. Now that the Tigers have been eliminated, I decided to crack one open instead of watching football (which I don't care much about anyway).
The first book on list was The Way of Baseball: Finding Stillness at 95 MPH by former Major Leaguer Shawn Green. There was a reason i chose this book versus a few others. Green wasn't one of my favorite players by any stretch, but his book promised not only a good baseball story, it promised also to tell the reader how Green was able to unlock his mind and truly become happy. Truth be told, it was the second part that intrigued me.
The book itself is roughly 200 pages and thus far I've read only 36 of them. Upon finishing my reading for the day, I sent a text to my wife that said "this book is changing the way I think about life." I meant every word of that text.
What has happened since I began my reading of this book is that I find myself consumed with the idea of stillness. Green has touched only briefly on the topic so far, but his words have awakened a curiosity within me. The meditation that he practiced prepared him to enter the mind and achieve a serenity that I do not know. The result, for me, is that I want to learn more.
Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I am difficult to deal with. My views of the world are often harsh and I rarely take the time and effort needed to soften my response to others, whether they be friend or foe. When I was younger, I wore my pessimism as a badge of honor (how incredibly stupid that is), and now I am left only to wonder how many years of anger, frustration, and disappointment I could have avoided with a sunnier disposition. At 34, I'm no longer young, but I still have a long life ahead of me; 'twould be a shame to waste was is left of it being consumed by loathing.
I think back to when I was in college. I didn't have a lot going for me. I had no love-life to speak of, I drank often. I had a series of crappy jobs that brought very little money and even less fulfillment. During that time, I was a generally unhappy person. I don't even know it it actually was "unhappy", but I can't find the words to properly articulate my disposition. The glass was always half-empty, I guess.
Fast forward several years and I have found the love of my wife and children. I have a stable job, I have found an outlet in my writing. I own a home and have a yard and a dog and everything i could ask for. But still I remain sour, despite the fact that almost every single variable has changed for the better. Obviously, the problem as I see it, is that I haven't changed the way I react to the world.
I was raised Catholic, but it wasn't strictly enforced. When I married, I happily allowed my children to attend a Methodist church; the one my wife called hers. It didn't take long, through the actions of several members of said church, to realize that the hypocrisy within those walls were not unlike the same that took place in my Catholic church. It has all always been very unsatisfying to me. The answers I have sought have not been found within either sector of religion. I have come to realization that they will not be found there. They may be there for others, but not for me.
This journey that I would like to pursue has its root in Buddhism, from what I understand, a religion about which I know very little. The Western world frowns upon veering from the beaten path and Buddhism, in these parts, certainly qualifies. I do not know if my inner conflicts can be resolved with the answers I may find in its teachings, but I'm willing to find out. Nothing I have tried so far has worked.
In reality, this restlessness has been a long time coming. I have worked to lengthen my fuse, so to speak, to avoid moments of rage stemming from an annoyance. I think I'm a bit better at keeping my cool now than I once was, but I routinely find myself teetering on the edge. Do this often enough and anyone is certainly bound to slip. I slip much more often than I would like.
I realize that there are external components that will influence my thoughts and feelings. Those components cannot be controlled, try as I might. I might allow a customer or even a stranger to irritate me, and that puts me in a dark mood. That mood manifests itself within my head and grows and sprouts other unnecessary thoughts of discomfort. My children are a joy, but they are children and they are loud and they fight and they climb on things that should not be climbed on, and they break things and write on things, and they destroy my sanity. I cannot stop them from being kids, and so far I have been unable to stop them from affecting my mood and my well-being. It's unhealthy for me, and it creates an atmosphere of yelling and discord that becomes unhealthy for them as well.
I have come to the realization that while the external influences cannot be controlled, I must look within myself to control how I allow these influences to affect me. If I can do this, I will be better equipped to prevent the darkness inside myself and allow more light to shine within my head. It is my hope that by working toward this goal, I will in turn become the more patient, more caring father and husband that I need to be. Further, it is my hope that I, too, can achieve the inner stillness that allows my mind to be free from the external influences that have affected how I have lived my life so far.
In reading the words written by a former ballplayer, I have found a curiosity and a hope. I do not know whether or not I will find the peace and stillness I need to find, but I am excited to see what awaits down this path of spirituality and inner peace. I want to do this because it does suck to be a miserable pessimist. And most people (rightly so) do think I'm an asshole.
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