The Story of No

Who actually wants to turn back time?

Sure.

Life gets heavy at times.

Really heavy.

No knew this.

No knew that in order to live a fulfilling life, have a worthwhile existence. No must be uttered from time to time.

But. (There is always a but).

It wasn’t so much the mistakes, big and small, that No knew makes us who we are.

The issue at hand.

No simply could not say, “No.”

Mistakes are the lessons we need to live.

Mistakes are the lessons we need to know.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but).

No could not do it—could, it say “No.”

Exhausting.

Mind boggling.

Frustrating.

Vulnerabilities are what make the ticker tick.☺️.

Without them we would all be the “know-it-alls” of the universe.

Unable to co-exist, like too many cooks in the kitchen, too many inflated heads in the room unable to fit in the room….makes for a very crowded place.

No knew this.

The issue at hand.

No could not implement the concept. No. Could not utter the word, “No.”

Talk about pressure.

Inside.

Outside.

Up.

Down.

Sideways,

Etcetera, etcetera.

Turning back time would do no service to No.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but.)

No was stuck.

Why?

Guilt is sometimes the gum drop of life. And. No was chewing them like rock hard candy. And. It hurt. A lot.

No knew this.

No knew there were folks willing to take the heat, alongside the matters of the day. But. Still the never ending, incessant stereosonic replay in No’s head.

Was, “help me.”

Conundrum for certain.

Confusion, yep, that, too.

Pounding head and pounding heart.

No knew this.

But. There is always a but.

Self-conscious morality….. No knew that in order to not take the weight of the world into No’s shoulders. No should utter the magical words, “No.”

No knew this.

And the

Soul crushing feeling all too well.

No knew that we do not need to let shame and guilt define our days.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but)

Can you say the word “bull dozer.”☺️

No. Weirdly enough. No was not an unhappy guy.

On the contrary.

No was able to find the silver lining in most anything.

And. What is so wrong with that?

Well.

The bull dozer of life dumps on us and adds to the dailies, well, daily.

As humans—of which No was one—was not special. Every single one of us sin. Yep. Every single one of us.

No knew this.

But (There is always a but)

No could not shake it off. The feelings of regret.

Regret swirled around and around and around the mind like a banshee.

Wicked.

Even with all this stuff in No’s life.

No would not change a single thing.

Not a single thing.

Do no harm.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but.)

No did not know the very best way to change the narrative of the No-nsense.

Yes.

Nonsense.

It abounds everywhere, everyday.

And. Then some.

The ultimate pile on.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but).

No did not know the most productive way to channel the energies of the moment, well, productively. 😳

Safe to say.

No was on a mission.

To right the wrongs of the past.

With the weight of the world on the shoulders.

Tough stuff.

Life is not fair.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but)

No did not know HOW to accept it.

Yep.

Did not know how to accept it.

The good.

The bad.

The ugly.

And so on and so on.

No questioned No’s every move on some days.

Soul crushing for certain.

No used miseries and memories as the guide posts for a life well lived. A life of meaning.

The inherent problem?

You may have guessed it by now.

No.

Could not say,

“No.”

To the mother.

To the father.

To the sister.

To the brother.

To the principles.

To the principal.

To the store clerk.

To the doctor.

To the baker.

To the neighbor.

To the friend.

To the non-friend.

Worst of all.

To the bully.

Because at this point in No’s life, pretty much everyone, even if they were not, were the bully just waiting to take No down.

One way or another.

That is no way to live.

Cooperation is a two way street. When only one side cooperates, the balance is thrown way, way off. Along with the inability to say “No.”

Harbors a boat load of non-good feelings that begin to bury.

There, on land, are paths to take. And paths not to take.

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but)

No was scared. Fear is the bedrock of all the rocks.

Especially salvation.

No knew this. No repeated this mantra over and over.

Silently in No’s head.

But. (There is always a but.)

No needed help.

Help to see that it is ok to say, “No.”

For No this had always been a dicey thing. Afraid to not please.

Anyone. Everyone.

Fear is a tough pill to swallow.

No knew this. No tried to say “No.”

To the bully.

To the bullies.

Why is it the bad parts of the past is the history we re-live?

Over and over and over.

(And over)

The mind is a mysterious place. Vast and complicated.

Transformation is out there.

But the dailies, the bullies, are sometimes the daily roadblocks present to “put us in our place.” Keep us in a suspended state of “stuckness.”

No knew this.

But. (There is always a but.)

No was near to incapable but still capable.

So No decided to make some new friends.

Good friends.

Who let No be in the know. And speak for No.

Taught No how to say, “No.”

When No was unable to utter “No” in a situation or circumstance it became a permanent part of the equation, the story of No’s life, No’s livelihood.

It was dicey for certain.

The Good News…..

There is good news out there.

No knows this.

And is ready, willing and able to move ahead.

No, not in times of manipulators soul crushing attempts at the undermine, the undermind . No knows about this.

And No has none of it. None of the nonsense of it.

Because the worst thing in the world is not turning back time, rather it is

wasting time.

Worrying,

Fretting,

Fear mongering,

Bullying,

Yelling,

Talking over,

Talking down to,

…….. all the methods to the madness.

No knew this.

And.

No was not going to have it any more.