To respond to ones disregard is to disregard the fact that you have been disregarded. It doesn’t seem that way in the moment though, in the moment you most likely feel like you are checking an absurdity. A diabolical piece of nonsense that is in need of correction. Your correction of course….
It’s always in nuanced moments that we are granted the gift of expansion, often without realisation. Ironically It is in such moments that we also steer off course, leaving our ports of reason.
To look back later with a bewildered thought process that asks my favourite question of all “what the hell was that?”
Favoured because it captures the nature of the aforementioned nuances. In its conclusion it encapsulates and balances both the event and your contributions to it effectively. You have to get to know what the hell that was!
“To recognize one’s own insanity is, of course, the arising of sanity, the beginning of healing and transcendence.” ~ Eckhart Tolle
One shouldn’t converse with disregard
nor take defence as a weapon.
To do the former is to co sign your erasure and to resort to the latter is to live in disorder, whilst assuming you are creating order.
Above it all one shouldn’t take shame as a companion and fear as a tenant.
When someone disregards your voice or your needs, whatever you disregard in such moments, it must never be the disregard itself. Due to misunderstanding of what your actions actually represent.
The intention to check the nonsense is a trap that makes one give nothing but validity to it.
If the nonsense was a disregard of you than in response to it, you grant validity to being disregarded. Honouring yourself by walking away, removes from the other the validity that hides them from their own shadow. The validity that illuminates the illusion that due to your reaction, matter is now levelled.
The hardest cross road a person can face, is the cross road of choosing between transcendence over a problem and entanglement with the problem.
It is hard because in the moment with adrenaline high you don’t see the choices for what they actually are. (transcendence or entanglements) No you see injustice and speaking out. Which is the case when you are summoned through compulsion and not composure.
Nothing has ever made me grow more than to wander about my own insanity and watch through it sanity be born.
“…and half of learning to play is learning what not to play
and she’s learning the spaces she leaves have their own things to say.
and she’s trying to sing just enough so that the air around her moves
and make music like mercy that gives what it is and has nothing to prove
she crawls out on a limb and begins to build her home
and it’s enough just to look around and to know that she’s not alone
up up up points the spire of the steeple
but god’s work isn’t done by god
it’s done by people” ~ Ani DiFranco