The Art of Becoming Unstuck

Be Somebody Else: the Art of Getting Unstuck

When your life feels stuck you need to improvise. It’s the best way of adapting to an uncompromising world in which we all have to get enough of what we need. Being stuck is to lose your sense of equilibrium. Life feels as if it’s going nowhere; as though it’s repetitive and depleting. Getting things unstuck can feel impossible, as if you’ll have to start again from scratch. However, improvisation doesn’t mean starting again. It requires momentum: it’s keeping going by doing something else; something unexpectedly connected to what’s already there. You thrive by following and embracing new ways of doing things that take you beyond ‘okay’, which have the potential for you to be somebody else, another you, your best one yet.

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Anticipation

Try cultivating a sense of anticipation, rather than expectation. If you expect something it’s probably going to be easier to describe. You might have a strong sense of what you think is going to happen, where, when and so on. Anticipation is a sense of remaining open, ready to act and staying involved. Anticipate better and you’ll be a lot happier.

Autistic Relief

If you grow up around someone autistic you may find yourself being described as, or invited to think about yourself as autistic. Maybe you are. Perhaps, in the way you do life there are the signs, like footprints in the sand, of how you grew used to living with autism. We internalise the world, always attempting to make it our own.

TETRENSION, a TETRIS DREAM

I’m immersed in relentlessly raining blocks: shapes falling without a care for me.

This is my Tetris-dream – life as it is, indifferent to me. The pieces arrive like the complications of every moment I live, every block adding to a pile that might burn, a bonfire of my vanity: thinking I had it under control. Resentment.

As I read this I see where my dream’s pointing: Panksepp’s RAGE drive, that instinctive response to obstruction. This is the tension that builds as the game speeds up. In life it’s one mistake that takes me to the point of frustration but the accumulation, the steady gnawing away at my sense of control as the screen fills.

Time slips away. Life is merciless. Resentment, born from miscalculations, grows until until it looms above me, a tower of unresolved tension.

But the game holds a hand out to me (we’re back with the dream). Clear a line and I feel relief. For a moment I’m out of the chaos. This is anger. Something on the RAGE scale, somewhere between, gently, ‘no’ and I kick the doors down because this house is burning.

Clarity, for a moment. Resolution. It feels better.

But Tetris, like life, offers no real peace unless you’re Harry Hong or someone like him, who probably starts playing Tetris again: everything begins with repetition. The blocks keep raining down. The only way to win is by recognising what comes, adjusting to each and every complication.

This is the silent truth of Tetris. Control is fleeting, just like anger. Survival means accepting the inevitability of disorder, not trying to stop it but finding harmony within its flow.

I dream of sailors on an uncertain ocean, ever-reading the sky and the sea in ways that might escape me – or you. Life is about our powers of prediction, about following the impossible. Patient, sometimes lucky.

 

 

Unconditional Love


Fire Man (©Mark Neville, 2024)

Claim or proclaim unconditional love and, all of a sudden, love becomes conceptual. When something is conceptual it becomes conditional. Whatever I do or you do we will always love each other. Concepts are the sneak-thieves of truth, coercion performing as profound connection.

Take a look at why someone might want a license to print love money and it will serve you well. Unconditional love K-pops up when devotion is demanded and conflict potentially leading to separation is disallowed. Forms of service (military or civil), religious and criminal organisations, families, all comprise groups of people united by an expectation that they must stick together, whatever happens.

Unconditional love emerged out of a cave called FEAR.

Mark photographs an older man standing beside a fire. Fire man. Let him light up your life. Love him or not, or wonder about who or what he loves enough to keep that fire alight, he seems to love something.

Love is always narcissistic. Who feels the love if I say I feel you? Hopefully, if I am being true to you, me. I don’t know if you love me. If I say I love you to be assured that you love me I should keep my mouth shut. If I say I love you, maybe best I say that in whatever way I can, so we might begin to know where we stand.