We’ve all had our share of conflict, haven’t we? We all know that it’s a part of life and that we really can’t avoid conflict of one kind or another. As we grow older we learn to cope with all the different flavors of conflict that life presents us. We learn the causes and triggers, we learn escape routes and safe havens. We learn to duck and cover where we must and if we can’t we learn defense mechanisms.
Some of us go on the offensive. We scream and kick, we fight and fight and rage and brawl. We expend our energy on solutions or resolutions or just in making our protagonist elements burn. I’ve found that those are the ways of the young, perhaps not in age, but young in thought. When you have no experience and all ideals, when you have all the energy in the world. Before the world wears you down, and shaped you into something different.
Then you learn not to fight so hard, or more rather to fight smart. You stop shouting and listen, stop kicking and wait, you don’t rage and bawl because somewhere along the way you’ve found a temple of calm. A sort of zen space, that descends around you in times of need like an Armour. Mine is made of adamantium and lined with fur. A safe mind space, where I can reflect and plan. It’s a combination of all the safe places I’ve had to run to over the years, and all the remedies I’ve found to take all condensed into a frame of mind.
If it were a space it would be an old English study, all comfortable leather, and comfy throw rugs, with books lining the walls. Books as far as the eye could see, just waiting to be opened and provide instructions, or logic, or encouragement. Even a recipe book of the best chocolate recipes for when things have gone all up the fubar and all I can do is give in to what ever.
Yes we all deal with conflict, and we all learn to deal with it. We all come to accept it and we all can attest that there are times when it makes us better.