Breaking
cycle is a term we have all heard. Especially if we come from a family (and these days who doesn’t) that has a history of some type of violence and/or drug abuse whereas this phrase is told to us over and over. “Yes, you were dealt a bad hand in life. Life is not fair. But
best thing you can do is raise your head and break
cycle of violence in your life”.It seems to me that “break
cycle” has to do with some type of horrific traumatizing event that may have been re-occurring for many years (abuse of a spouse or child) or a one time unexpected event (a mugging or rape that leaves a life long scar).
What if there is another cycle that is not so “in your face” apparent, but rather a silent cycle that is not recognized anymore as it is a universal disease that no one really notices anymore. What if dying an uncelebrated life is a cycle all of its own?
As I have been trying to break my own cycle of work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep after countless years, which can lead to nothing but contempt, bitterness and anger, I am trying to break
cycle of teaching this very learned behavior to my son.
I have
thoughts lately (seems to be all
time now) that life is not forever. It could actually be gone tomorrow. Did I waste today? I may not have found
cure for Aids or cancer or war, but did I make someone smile today? Did I have some type of positive influence on someone’s life, even if it was just my own? Did I enjoy
sunrise?
My son came bounding down
stairs
other day looking for a battery. He recently received a metal detector for his birthday. Seeing as he is so in love with money at this stage of his life he could not wait to get that baby warmed up. He told tales of finding wild amounts of hidden treasures as only a young child could possibly imagine and what he would do with his massive new bounty.
“I would give 500 hundred to Gramps; I would put 500 hundred in
bank; I would keep 200 hundred for myself; I would give 200 hundred to
house and I would give all
rest to
poor people.”
My heart filled with joy with
fact that “I would buy
best video game systems and all
video games I want for
rest of my life”, (which is what we used to dream about) didn’t come out of his mouth. Houston, we may be making progress here.
I have vowed to raise my son with respect. Respect for people, respect for women and respect for himself. We step aside on
sidewalk for adults and most especially women. We open
door for others and most especially women. We treat other people and their property with respect as we would expect
same from them.