Have you ever longed to chase that elusive dream, silently taunting you from your heart's deepest recesses, the intrigue leaving you no choice but to take notice?
Recently, whilst visiting friends, I shared such a fancy. Passions rediscovered behind heaps of 'could haves,' renewed energies stirring from beneath growing mounds of 'should haves' re-awakening aspirations of being a novelist, prospects that day-to-day existence precluded decades ago.
In the midst of conversation, a passing stranger offered unsolicited judgment with the disapproving eye-roll of her seething glance, exposing disbelief in my aspirations and optimism with perfidious head-shaking. In the wake of unwarranted condemnation, I found myself fighting a tidal wave of dissension, struggling beneath the wilting of my self-confidence.
Shamefully, I momentarily succumbed to her passive aggression, losing sight of the ongoing manifestation of my life-long desires within the cesspool of her despicably repugnant negativity. Silently licking my wounds , I fought to thwart the wilting of my authentic self, to maintain any semblance of my once harmonious disposition. .
Escaping the illicitly critical noxious undercurrent threatening to taint my ambitions, I pitied the pious soul that could eavesdrop upon sacred communion, attempting to deflate another's enthusiasm, inflicting the often terminal cancer of self-doubt.
Naysayers frequently cross our paths, whether its's the taunting of jealous bullies, over-protective elders attempting to spare others pain they've experienced or simply the selfish act of subjugation. Cautionary reserve is a natural part of life, though this emotional manipulation seemed somehow more personal. Observing subtle, yet definitive increases of such commonplace debauchery, is disturbing.
How many capitulate to disparaging pessimism, vulnerably fold to such adeptly septic talents for squelching determination, creativity and passions? With indignation swelling within my belly, I took charge, determined to override any speck of depreciation of my efforts. As water from a duck's back, the offensive echoes of this sideline spectator's negativity dissipated. .
Where did we misplace intolerance for degradation of the human spirit, the extinguishing of dreams beneath envious sentiments and insensibly imposing scrutiny of self-righteous finger-wagers, lacking the gifts of encouragement and respect for individualism?
Attributes of withholding uninvited opinions are well ingrained in my DNA, such favorable strands this stranger obviously lacked. Disallowing attentions to deplete my yearning for a future of endless possibilities, her discourtesy amplified my vehemence to persevere.
If everyone ceased disparaging others, rather empowering with positive affirmations, we could change the world. Innumerable accumulations of those scorned by judgment, discouragement and devastating discounting criticisms shines light upon epidemic fundamental emasculation, the unalleviated resistance to knuckle down and firmly plant oneself in societal proprietorship. Pandemic negativity never bred advancement, don't you agree?
Beatrix Potter braved such storms of defiance. Born 1866, Ms. Potter held fascination for the countryside and all it offered, collecting plants, insects, and small animals to use as subjects for her artwork. Persevering through smothering skepticism, judgment and animosity against conquests to publish works, (including immediate family), Potter's tenacity elevated her to one of the most accomplished children's authors of all time.
F.W. Woolworth overcame oppressive degradation, though being told he "lacked the sense needed to do anything more," founding the largest department store in the United States. Moreover, Bill Gates' early works were considered the failures of a Harvard dropout, Harland Sanders recipes met 1,009 rejections, Thomas Edison was considered "too stupid to learn anything," and Fred Astaire's aspirations confronted reviews of "can't dance can't sing." Acknowledging Lincoln entered the war a captain, returning a private, proves dreams attainable.
Illumination of ambition is imperative to flourishing successes and enhancement of life. Inauspicious mocking and unacceptable degradation experienced through history shouldn't be ignored. It's repugnant that Monet was mocked, Van Gogh sold but one painting in his lifetime, Emily Dickenson's work was all but ignored, 27 publishers disregarded Theodor Suess Geisel, Steven Spielberg faced three denials from USC Theatrical division, or that King's 'Carrie' met 30 rejections, stirring him to toss the manuscript. Compassionate affirmations from his wife thankfully encouraged him to fish it out and try again.
Words of inspiration, motivation, and encouragement are essential to positive progression. Conversely powerful are the whispers of contemptuous scorn.