We human beings are possessed of a disease called: the desire for absolutely unconditional acceptance
Don’t get me wrong. We like to strive. We love to better ourselves. And nothing motivates us more to do so than the good regard of the people we care about. We want our loved ones to not just like us but respect and admire us too. We want them to look upon us and see a person worthy of knowing, worthy of being their friend.
If we stopped there maybe everything would be a-okay. But no. We are selfish creatures. We want even more than that from another. Or at least from someone.
So we’re always asking something like… well
What if I don’t?
What if I don’t get better? What if I don’t go further? What if I don’t grow? What if I don’t live up to my potential? What if I don’t become more than I am?
What if I’m not kind? What if I can’t help anyone? What if I never change anyone? What if I can’t fix anybody’s problems?
What if I can’t stop myself from being pushy or arrogant or smart-aleck or rude or disgusting? What if I lie? What if I cheat? What if I deceive? What if I can’t make myself be the person that others need me to be?
What if I hurt people?
What if I fail at everything I try? What if I lose? Even if I try my hardest, what if I just can’t do it? Not any of it. What if I’m not good enough?
What if everyone hates me? What if no one ever cares about me? What if I never fall in love? What if I’m never really happy? What if.. at best… I can only pretend to be?
What if I never make something of myself? What if I don’t ever find the things I want to out of life? What if I’m never motivated? What if nothing ever means anything to me? What if I’m always childish? What if I never get organized? What if I’m always lazy? What if I waste my life away on trivial things?
What if I can’t become stronger? What if I’m not smart enough or wise enough? What if I’m weak? What if I’m a coward? What if I break down? What if I fall apart? What if I run away?
What if I give up?
What if I just… let myself go?
What if I die?
Those are the questions we ask. We don’t want to be this way. We want to succeed. We want to be happy. We want to live! We want good things for ourselves. But we’re also wondering always… What if I won’t? What if I can’t? What if I don’t?
We don’t want it to be this way. Lots of times we don’t even really believe it might turn out this way. But we know, better than anyone, that the possibility exists. And all along inside us is that overwhelming desperate fear. Not that these things will happen. No. That’s not what scares us.
What scares us is that we don’t… and then because of that we are rejected. That nobody will be able to accept us once they know the terrible things that we’ve been and that we are capable of being. We’re afraid everyone will just give up on us. Just totally abandon us.
And then we’ll be all alone.
So that’s why we’re always looking for that absolutely irrational, totally ridiculous, completely incomprehensible unconditional acceptance. We’re trying to find the person or persons who can give it to us. We’re looking for the people who will say it’s ok. No matter what. It’s ok.
And we’ll push them and challenge those people too. Even if we think we’ve found it, or nearly it. We won’t believe them. We might, even part of us, hate them for it. “How dare they pretend to care about me?” We’ll think. “They don’t know a damn thing about me. About what I’m capable of.”
And unfortunately, most of us, because we are rational, because we never really were that unconditional in the first place, will, when faced with that challenge, give up. And then the person, through his or her own fault will end up just as they feared they would become. Alone and forgotten.
Is there a better way? Can we change ourselves so we don’t need absolutely unconditional acceptance?
I don’t think so. No. I don’t think we should have to. It’s an abnormality true. A corruption of logic. So maybe in a cold hard rationalist objective analysis we can see that it’d be best for us as a species if we just gave up on it and we were all more realistic about the limits of human tolerance.
But I don’t want that to happen.
Maybe I’m naive, but I think there’s a better way for us to deal with it. I think we can go on diseased though we are and be happier for it. There’s only one thing we have to change in order to do that too. We don’t have to stop wanting that absolutely unconditional acceptance.
We just have to be willing to give it to someone.
And once we start doing that. Each and every one of us, accepting someone, if only just one or two people, unconditionally, no matter what, then maybe we’ll each find others who will do the same for us. When we need them to.
Then there will be someone whom when we angrily challenge then and say:
“Oh yeah? Well what if I don’t?! Huh? What then?”
The honest true answer will always be:
“I’ll still love you anyway.”