The Chase for Himself (Epilogue)

Here’s the kicker: All that was just a story. Be it my story; it’s still a story.
And if you’re paying close attention… all of it was my responsibility. Every single ounce of it. All the pain, heartbreak, anxiety, and all the happiness, adventure, and ecstasy (that wasn’t really mentioned) was my responsibility.

It was all there not to hurt me, harm me, or punish me. It was there to teach me.

It was there to teach me where I was out of alignment with myself. Where I was out of integrity. Where I was not fully showing it. It taught me how to have more compassion and empathy than I had before. To show up for who EVAN is and not what I thought some babe wanted me to be.

@traverbohem called it the Katabasis in #manUNcivilized. Joesph Campbell called it the “inciting incident” in The Hero with a Thousand Faces. It’s the moment where the protagonist and thrust upon a journey of growth that he would have otherwise sat safely in his cave. One that he couldn’t have reached without the universe forcing him to show up, against all odds, and fight with his heart to persevere through it all, and again arrive on the shores of Ithaca to his son and wife, the hero of a thousand stories.

The real bitch of it all is this: What the fuck are you going to do with it? What are you going to do with all these things that tried to break you open and split you in two?

Are you going to sit around, sulk, and say “Look at all this pain I was in? Can’t you see how much I hurt?”

Or are you going to say “Look at how fucking strong I am? Look at what I’ve overcome. Look at all I’ve done, and all that tried to beat me, and here I am, a warrior with an open heart, ready to serve at the greatest purpose of the all”

I can’t speak for anyone else.. But I choose the latter.

“I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar” – Wash.