On accepting “defeat,”
Recently I’ve felt stuck, forced to wait, and combative against defeat. My ability to move forward, and break free from the circumstances I’m faced with seems hindered by discouragement – even if the defeat is temporary.
I’ve tried mentally preparing myself for the breakthrough that will inevitably come. It’s almost like I'm avoidant of actually feeling the feeling of being stuck. I know I'm stuck, but I don't want to sit in the feeling – I want to convince myself and think more about what's to come rather than accepting where I'm at. This is cyclical, and relevant to an abundance of situations in life. Admittedly, I’m even having a difficult time writing down these thoughts…
One thing I’ve learned for certain though, the good news in any period of adjustment – is that there is fruit that waiting in a low place yields, but only for those who accept “defeat” for what it really is. I’m using the term defeat loosely here because it’s not always so serious. It’s not serious that you feel like you’ve lost. It’s not serious that we don’t always know the answer. It’s not serious that we thought things would be easier. It’s really not serious that we’re uncomfortable with the present. Being uncomfortable breeds a desire for a shift that’s oftentimes drastically better anyways. It feels like defeat, but that’s only true if we resist the reality of the situation – and fail to acknowledge that true defeat is not discomfort or change withheld, but failure to endure.
We can only lose if progress comes to a halt. Emotionally, physically, and creatively. We are always victors on the rise if we’re comfortable with the lows being places of reprioritization and endurance, rather than places of discouragement and suffering.
Similar to creating something worth being proud of, breakthrough of any kind won’t come without failure – and without failure we won’t recognize a joyous success. Time and time again I’m being taught that the fruit of long-suffering is reserved for those who endure.
So we endure.
