I am fond of M. Scott Peck's two books The Road Less Traveled and People of the Lie. One thing Peck says in The Road Less Traveled that seems true is that all of our neuroses are the result of us trying to avoid legitimate suffering. When we flee from the trials and pains that are a normal (and necessary) part of life, we run ourselves into anxiety and obsession.
Today I came across a similar message while reading Paul Hawken's The Ecology of Commerce. Hawken is quoting from the text of a commencement address:
We so often pass up grief. We skip right over it, as if it were only a oily puddle on some dingy urban street. All we've really done is jump further into the grime, deeper into a run-down neighborhood of our own making. We need to get our shoes wet and slimy, grab a mop and clean things up. There's no denying it will be ugly work.
The sadness of this truth is seen in this: so many people "agree" to it with smiles on their faces. "My father was a dud," they'll say with a smile. "Sure I've made poor choices in the past," they'll say with a smile. "There was nothing I could do," they'll say with a smile. "I hold out hope for him," they'll say with a smile. Skip. Jump. Skip. Jump.
But call out to those people, "Hey, what the hell are you doing going into that shady neighborhood?!" And they'll shout back with smiles on their faces, "We're moving on!"
I appreciate Gordon Sherman's optimism that grief will finally overtake us. I do believe that is true, though in my short life I have watched many people skip and jump at great speed deeper into the neighborhood of pain and suffering, futher away from their pursuer, grief. And for some of them grief is no longer in sight. Of course at any time they could stop, turn around, and hunt their pursuer. But I don't know many who will risk that course.



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