Paradox: A seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well-founded or true.

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Don’t you just love labels? Douchebag, jerk, idiot, stupid, weird, democrat, republican, left-winged socialist, right-winged-idiot, victim, martyr, terminally sick, hypochondriac, mentally ill, bitch, dick, creepy, thug, terrorist, enemy….the list continues…and after a while we start believing the labels, the dramas, but what if….

What if we all just stopped!? Yep, just stopped. Stopped labeling and name calling, adding energy to the “weight” of things, which perpetuates emotional masks of separation and isolation. What if instead we add lightness and positivity, called each other by our given names. Expected the best of each other, saw the amazement of sharing the journey. Stopped complaining, whining and started every day, every sentence with mindful optimism.

I like it.

I’ll offer a personal example: Every time I buy into the fear, the negative energy of my husband’s cancer, I feel, rather I know, I’m adding to the heaviness of the diagnosis rather than believing he has the ability to overcome the malignancy in his cells. Every time I share in that energy, I contribute to the outcome. I can feel it. It’s a fine line to walk between empathy and illness, understanding and being courageous. It’s not easy. But buying the diagnosis, accepting a label, a name calling, I add fuel to the fire rather like mob mentality.

I recognized these feelings over the weekend when caring friends asked on my husband’s health. They were genuinely concerned. In answering their questions, I inadvertently added my belief to his story compounding the reality. It’s a paradox really. My belief is he has the ability to be well. His story I feel is different. (Here’s where finding balance is precarious, delicate and challenging.) If I’m overzealous in being compassionate to the dis-ease in his body, I actualize it, confirm it’s strength and add to the disease’s value. If I ignore it, I’m dispassionate and unsupportive, however I don’t add to the distortion in the cells. It’s weird. And in agreement with some fine-tuned universal law, I (we) need to learn the balance of empathy and support, belief and truth, love and forgiveness and the underlying symbology of the story. A paradox, like I said.

This is true of any label. We make it real because we deem it so. We put our energy into the situation, the label, the distortion, and it becomes the direction the energy follows. That’s just science at play.

We are in this together. Period. We come together to support, love and grow together on our journeys. But we still haven’t learned as a species. We still feel labeling, holding onto victim mentality, not loving our bodies, honoring our health, creating division, makes us better. But the only way we become better is to be better within, seeing the best in others and supporting each other’s beliefs and dreams. And here’s the weird strange science paradox: Even if that means supporting their story to fit their karmic debts, burdens, and contracts and ours as a species till we finally learn and decide we can do it a new way, with a new lens. Let’s “fuel the fire” with love instead hate, friendship instead of mistrust, acceptance instead of intolerance, belief instead of disbelief, kindness instead of cruelty, health instead of dis-ease.

Here’s to balance, paradox, and universal laws. It’s a wonderful theater we are a part of, a very magical stage.

Cosmic sunshine to you.