It Will Be Alright

How many times have you been in the throes of depression or despair or worry—or illness or abandonment or rejection or inadequacy (you get the picture) . . . and some well-intentioned friend or relative pats you on the back or puts an arm around you and says, “It’ll be alright”?

Did you want to gag or maybe, slug them? I’ve heard it and said it—usually when I can’t think of anything else to say. The words have felt pretty hollow, whether I was hearing or saying them and so I’ve just assumed that it was a pretty meaningless phrase best retired to the cliché closet along with expressions such as “It’ll all work out” . . . or “Things will get better . . . “

And so of course The Shower Team had to completely turn my assumptions about that little phrase and its cousins upside down and inside out . . .

Obviously the reason you feel empty or even irritated when you hear words such as “It will be alright” is because you are not believing them or you are sensing that the person saying them to you is not believing them. And yet, in reality, there are no truer or more powerful words that could be spoken when they are spoken from a vantage point of real conviction.

Those words tell the truth about the well being that always abounds—whether you are letting yourself feel it or not. They tell the true story of you always, ultimately, coming back into wareness
of who You really are and of the knowledge that is always available to you that everything IS alright and will be alright because it is the only way things can be. Those words offer you a way back to Source’s view of You—no matter how far from that view you may have let yourself wander.

You can choose to plunge yourself into any pit that presents itself. You can pinch off and hold yourself back from the blessed, bright light of your true Self . . . You can opt to see your experience and everything and everyone in it as dark or dire or dreary or devoid of hope . . .. And in the midst of any of that bondage that you have chosen, those words can be the light at the end of the tunnel you have dug for yourself.

“It will be alright” can call you home every single time you run away . . . .as soon as you are able to hear those words and to believe the truth in them. Because no matter what you have chosen to believe, those words are never a lie, never a deception, never a delusion . . . You can dedicate yourself to proving how dark or empty or lonely or frustrating your life can be . . . You can give it your all—and some of you do—but there will still be moments you can’t avoid where the well being that abounds will sneak in on you . . . and in spite of your hard work to prove the contrary . . . you will still have moments where the sun peeks through the clouds . . . where a smile forces itself on you . . . where you cannot help but feel at least a little bit of relief from your hard-earned gloom.

Some of you even find a certain glamour in your decisions to suffer and in order to justify that choice, you need to condemn or devalue words such as “It will be alright” as the lame mantra of those who don’t know any better than to believe or to be hopeful or happy.

Again, it is always your choice to see what you want to see and to create your experience accordingly. But even the gloomiest, most ‘tragic’ and tortured ones among you, will never be able to shut out well being entirely . . . in spite of all that effort to do so . . . they will just end up transitioning back to nonphysical—where nothing but resistance-free well being awaits them. And where the joke truly will be on them.

So we would encourage you to dust off your perceived platitudes and take another look at those old chestnuts . . . Like so many antiques, they often have real value once they’ve been appraised by someone who knows what to look for. In your case, look for and listen for the sweet, shining truth behind those words.

When you feel miles or even light years away from the bliss you keep hearing that you’re supposed to follow . . . remember those simple words and let yourself really feel their simple warmth and power. When you can’t find your way to believing much of anything else you or anyone else might be saying . . . . wrap your arms around yourself—literally—and rock yourself back into the simple but eternally true notion that no matter what misery you have found yourself in, it IS temporary and “It will be alright.” Because, we promise you, it will.


I remember a time not all that long ago when I really slid into a bit of a downward spiral. I had been fixated on a few things in my life that weren’t going well from my perspective and couldn’t seem to get them out of my head. Then I started having some health issues that, although not serious, were extremely unpleasant (not helped by my being such a big baby when I get sick). It was the proverbial snowball effect . . . and I was appalled to discover how quickly I could get myself back into a fetal position.

After a two or three-day pity party, I started to realize that I was sliding into the crapper faster than I could say pass the Charmin. So, in a moment of what could only have been true inspiration, I started to say to myself . . . “I just want to feel a little better . . . I just want to feel a little better.” I said it over and over and over. I said it in the bathtub and in the shower. I said it before and after meals. I said it when I went to sleep and after I woke up. I said it to myself repeatedly . . . and much to my surprise . . . after a day or so of that incessant chanting . . . I started to feel a little better.

I started to believe that things would be alright.

I can’t say that I don’t ever hear or say those words and get that same lame feeling from them . . . but now I recognize the lame feeling for what it is . . . my choice to forget the truth behind them. And now when I let myself remember that truth . . . those words can really sing to me. They leave me feeling comforted, soothed . . . a little more able to believe . . . and for the moment, a little closer to complete.

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About Dan

Published novelist, poety, essayist, photographer and college educator. Visit me at www.firstadream.com.

Posted on September 27, 2007, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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