Socializing Ecstacy
How do we take our ecstacy, our experiences that simply do not translate into words or our daily lives, and go back to our jobs and our families? How do we balance ecstacy and being a parent, being a worker, being a friend? Where do we find a balance?
There's no room for ecstacy in everyday life. We cling, as a society, to the banal, to the safe. Ecstacy is scary and other, something that cannot be controlled or institutionalized (although we try in our religious groups).
Yet pieces of ecstacy leak through into everyday life. In our creative work, in our dealings with friends, in our quiet moments by ourselves. We never know quite how to handle it, but we manage to keep from bottling it up.
Our society, our lives need more room for the other, for the lack of control and manageablility ecstacy brings. We need to be willing to bring that sense of other into our lives even when it doesn't fit, even when it demands our lives change in response. At the same time, we need to keep up with our obligations or end them honorably. We serve no one when we use ecstacy as an excuse to drop out of our lives, to ditch responsibilities and act like a rebellious teen.
There needs to be a place for ecstacy in our lives and our society, scary and transformative as it is. However, that place cannot be replacing those responsibilities that cannot be laid down. We need to be mature even as we are children, responsible even as our world is remade. That which we claim as ours may change, but that which we are responsible for does not.
Questions:
How have you embraced ecstacy? How have you denied it?
What responsibilities does ecstacy call for you to lay down? Which ones might it? Can you do so honorably?
How do you deny room for ecstacy in the people around you? How do you attempt to hold them to your perspective of what they should be?
There's no room for ecstacy in everyday life. We cling, as a society, to the banal, to the safe. Ecstacy is scary and other, something that cannot be controlled or institutionalized (although we try in our religious groups).
Yet pieces of ecstacy leak through into everyday life. In our creative work, in our dealings with friends, in our quiet moments by ourselves. We never know quite how to handle it, but we manage to keep from bottling it up.
Our society, our lives need more room for the other, for the lack of control and manageablility ecstacy brings. We need to be willing to bring that sense of other into our lives even when it doesn't fit, even when it demands our lives change in response. At the same time, we need to keep up with our obligations or end them honorably. We serve no one when we use ecstacy as an excuse to drop out of our lives, to ditch responsibilities and act like a rebellious teen.
There needs to be a place for ecstacy in our lives and our society, scary and transformative as it is. However, that place cannot be replacing those responsibilities that cannot be laid down. We need to be mature even as we are children, responsible even as our world is remade. That which we claim as ours may change, but that which we are responsible for does not.
Questions:
How have you embraced ecstacy? How have you denied it?
What responsibilities does ecstacy call for you to lay down? Which ones might it? Can you do so honorably?
How do you deny room for ecstacy in the people around you? How do you attempt to hold them to your perspective of what they should be?
posted by Vieva @ 12:44 PM
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