Friends, today I am priveledged to witness the winding down of day 32. Soon, with night approaching, I will be greeting day 33, be'ezras Hashem.
I have so far steered completely away from p__ & m__. I have also been practicing a hit or miss style of shmiras ainayim. Most of the time, I am shomer. At othertimes, I'll notice. Thankfully, lust is not an issue and I haven't entertained it with my eyes or mind. All in all it's been a very useful experience. My hope is that things progress, more and more and more.
How incredible is this site? It is beyond description. I thank all of you for simply being here. A special thank you goes to the administrators of this site, all those who provide so much good to every visitor on this site. People come here to heal. They come here to beg G-d for mercy. To beg G-d for help. They come here to cry out from deep within, beginning an amazing return to life. This is a remarkably holy place.
A funny thing happened to me today. I was reading Tikkun HaKlali on the bus ride home. I got off two stops past my stop; it was the only way to wrap up my reading without interruption. As I walked off the bus, I felt different. I felt better. Not a "joyous" better, but a "not under the gun" better. It just felt like a normal day, my burdens not weighing me down. I thought, Hey! Where is my burden? I know it's here some place! I looked for it but couldn't find it. This got me a little bothered. This burden has faithfully assailed me daily for the last six weeks (give or take a day or two). Where did it go? I quickly recalled my error, the source of my shame and guilt... but the pain wasn't there. This actually bothered me. It kind of got me mad. I thought, Hey!! Where's my pain?!? I wasn't ready to feel this way.
I have felt like this before, but it always comes with sufficient joy to compensate for the hollowness of my interior pain. And, in the past, the feelings would come and go, both the elated good as well as the biting bad. But today it was different. The pain was absent and there was no accompanying feeling of joy. It was just me being me, just "normal".
I don't know what to make of it. I am not complaining, I am simply sharing. I have noticed that, with the passing of days, the lows are not as low and the highs (which I believe would compensate for the lows) are not as high. I believe I am healing. I have not forgotten my past, however, I no longer feel its sting. Be'ezras Hashem that things will continue well.
I had to accept myself and my actions. It wasn't and hasn't been easy. I cringe at the thought. Still, I realize lust is a madness. As Chazal teach, Man does not sin except that a spirit of madness overcomes him. Guys, take care of your fences. They're there for a reason. The actions I took I never dreamed I would ever take. Ever. But life has a way of humbling a man. Today, I can only thank G-d as He takes me on this path of life. And who knows how rich life will be? I've learned that one has to embrace where it is they are and, from there, reach out appropriately to G-d. This leads to life. We have to trust G-d that this path is for our good.
You'd think one would trust G-d on the path of life, right? Not if one has been so broken by shame and guilt that one doesn't see a future. Can you imagine refusing the good because one deems themselves just too filthy? But that was my position, and only with great trepidation did I move forward. But G-d is very kind.
I read above something Briut posted, about once upon a time when a more youthful birthday of his arrived, how he thought, Everything is perfect! Everything I've lived up to this point has contributed to who I am, something I am most satisfied with. That was a paraphrase, but I believe I captured the sentiment. I've been there, too. Possibly many of us have, as well. Usually, these thoughts come in our youth, when the world is something wide open to our yearnings for exploration and our assessment of ourselves is full of a confidence that we are most prepared to journey forth, equipped as we are with the finest regalia of self-interest. That was then. Ill founded as it was, the feeling was nevertheless a good feeling. Even then, our failures at that point barely cast a speck of a shadow on the vastness of beauty before us and our unique ability to conquer it. Fast forward to today. Will we feel this way again? I have a feeling we will. The worlds of kedusha are vast before us if we but take a look. And our unique ability to participate therein with dignity is undeniable, if we but take a look. But how can we see such things? Where is this beautiful perspective hidden? It is tucked away with G-d. Call me crazy, but I believe that if we yearn for Him these visions of holiness will open up to us and we will see with innocence again.
Signing off for now, Good Shabbos.