The Unhelpful Response

A little poem on the habit of resisting

I got one magic weapon I am an expert in using it I use it for every purpose whether it's useful or not I ain't concerned I use it anyway — resisting or the doing of resistance it is how I convince myself that I am doing something about something a possible imaginary situation a possible future pain possibility or be it anything and I got to do something about it so what do I do I do as I always do I resist like a Pavlov’s dog’s helplessness and now resistance had become my new problem again I have to do something about it so what do I do again fight it — simply put — I resist again my unexamined doing and when the pain of resisting sucks my only refuge within my unexamined state is to escape/distract/numb or to sedate with endless solution-seeking thoughts — my unhelpful response so what am I going to do with it further resist or run or none at all? wishing resistance to not be there is also resistance — resistance to resistance if resistance arises frequently one might as well use the opportunity to suffer consciously with it and learn and understand its futility fully and hopefully, the unhelpful response gets dropped.

“Resistance is vain in any case; it only leads to useless struggle while inviting grief and sorrow.”― Epictetus, Discourses and Selected Writings