Making Peace With the Devil
Serving the devil a cup of tea and making it comfortable
Today I feel like shit whatever the reason is; I feel like shit, I can fight with it, I can force some methods to get rid of it, and foolishly hope, I am going to rock the day as soon as the devil is kicked out. Unfortunately, experience shows such a day never happens. So I let the devil stay with me in whatever shape or form just for this day; I ain't cleverly accommodating it so it will let go of me; nothing of that sort. It’s just that I can't get rid of the devil just because I don't like it. So for this day, I allow it to be with me by my side. Yes, I allow this ‘shittiness’ to be there somewhere within me. Suddenly I am freed from the stupid task of wasting my energy to remove it. Now my day gets filled however, it gets filled while in the company of the devil. I am freed from my enemy and the efforts to fight it when I had allowed it to be for this one day. For this day you can have this cup of tea while I fill my day, my dear devil. Any moment I notice the devil screaming inside, I give it permission to be there just for this day. Everything else is to not make peace with the devil. Should I spend the day fighting with devil with no energy left for anything else or should I let it be there for this day — a tough choice. For this day, just for this fucking day; no big deal buddy.
Letting the feeling let go of me on its own. I ain’t kicking it away and calling it my responsibility. My only responsibility, if any, is to allow some sanity into the picture.
Thanking the devil for teaching me how to treat it and rewarding a possible poem.
‘The neurotic assumes too much responsibility.’ — Scott Peck
