Our reading this week, the chapter called "Love's Ripples," includes the closing lines of a poem entitled "Biography" by the English poet John Masefield.
Best trust the happy moments. What they gave Makes man less fearful of a certain grave, And gives his work compassion and new eyes. The days that make us happy make us wise. |
At some point in my still young life, I learned not to trust without question my emotions. For example, if I were in a dark mood, I had a tendency to interpret everything in a negative way. At some sane point, i.e., some point when I wasn't in the clutches of the decidedly negative, I explained to myself that the underlying feeling that gave rise to the negative interpretations was nothing other than neurochemicals. I would do best not to pay too much attention to their view of things. After awhile, I told myself, they would dissipate as long as I didn't act on them or encourage them..
I set up a trigger to remind myself, and the next time I noticed myself spiralling into repetitive negativity, I stepped back. Sure enough, my mind continued along its negative course. I let it. Like a balloon full of air sputtering through the air, I didn't give the thoughts any more of my attention. The feelings persisted, pushing their hoary head into my thoughts for awhile, but each time, I simply ignored the feelings.
It worked. For me, the effectiveness of the experiment was the proof.
I set up a trigger to remind myself, and the next time I noticed myself spiralling into repetitive negativity, I stepped back. Sure enough, my mind continued along its negative course. I let it. Like a balloon full of air sputtering through the air, I didn't give the thoughts any more of my attention. The feelings persisted, pushing their hoary head into my thoughts for awhile, but each time, I simply ignored the feelings.
It worked. For me, the effectiveness of the experiment was the proof.
"Best trust the happy moments." I've been experimenting with this one, too.