Garrison Keeler quoted Jack Dempsey yesterday on NPR’s “The Writer’s Almanac” as saying that “A champion is someone who gets up when he can’t.” I like that definition because it is clear, simple and very challenging. In a few weeks I will be 63, and like way too many other people around the world I am facing fear and uncertainty. My earning years are coming to an end and I am still trying to recover from the dot-com implosion of 2001. Now along comes the Great Recession and I feel the daily body punches that life seems to be handing out like free tickets to a bad movie.
To make matters worse, so many people who are supposed to be our leaders are behaving instead like adolescent kids with an acne problem. I am getting increasingly angry with the politics of fear, hypocrisy and outright lies that fills the nightly news. What I want is for us to stop fighting with each other and start pulling in the same direction.
We are not going to get out of this massive mess until we face some basic realities. First, this mess was created by our collective greed. People purchased houses and stuff they wanted but could not afford, financed by bankers who should have known better, underwritten by Wall Street where greed is institutionalized and traded daily based on rules that Washington politicians wrote assuming that greed is good. Well, greed may be one heck of a motivator, but greed is not an admirable quality and our collective failure to recognize this is causing millions, if not billions of people to pay the price of that failure. For us to pull together, we must learn the concept of “enough”. Fortunately, I see lots of evidence that this is starting to happen. People are spending less on useless stuff, starting gardens and refocusing on what is really important: family, friends and community.
The second reality we haven’t faced is that superficiality is not a substitute for intimate friendships. We ask each other, “How are you?” but do we really want to hear the answer? As a man in this society, I was trained not to be emotional because “Men don’t cry” and, “If I am open and vulnerable with you, you will take this as a sign of weakness and eat me alive.” This may be true when dealing with some men, but the men I have worked with have shown a deep hunger for open, honest and deep friendships. I sit in a men’s circle with a few other men and we share what is happening in our lives and support each other to look fiercely and deeply at what we can do to make ourselves “better men.” This is one of the few places in my life where I am safe being completely open and honest because I know that nobody is going to judge me or try to fix me. They just love me fiercely, and I them. What we often learn is that we are all going through our own variations on the same theme. Superficiality is safe, but ultimately, it is lonely and unsatisfying. My wife and I watched “The Devil Wears Prada” a few nights ago, and its underlying message was that friends are real and although high fashion may appeal to the eye, it leaves the heart empty.
My men’s circle is part of a larger organization dedicated to service. I find that in giving service, I become refreshed and renewed. Whether you are part of a service organization, a church or just a circle of friends, I encourage you to take a risk and go deep. Tell your friends what’s really up for you, and listen to them just as deeply as you want to be listened to. You might be amazed at how wonderful this can feel.
The third reality is that emotional pain may be uncomfortable but it is not necessarily a bad thing. I distinguish between physical and emotional pain because emotional pain is self-inflicted and comes from our wanting things to be different than they are. Right now, I want to have a larger bank balance, and I can create all sorts of stress and discomfort if I focus too much on what isn’t instead of what is. Emotional pain can serve as a way of focusing our attention on what’s really important. People are losing their jobs and their homes and way too many of us are too close to the edge. I speak from personal truth here; but I have learned three important truths about emotional pain: it cannot kill me; given time, it will pass; and the quickest way to get to the other side is to dive in and feel it.
I have seen and sat with men who have touched ancient pain, and the act of feeling it always seems to lessen the pain itself; and that has been my personal experience as well.
What’s an aging boomer to do? The only answers I can come up with are to scale back, focus on loving and listening to my family and friends and … keep getting up.
Posted by Bob Jones 