Zhenevere Sophia Dao

                                                

 

Credo of Life
                                                                                                            
  Zhenevere Sophia Dao

 

 

When hardships come your way, face them directly. Passivity breeds illness of body, heart, and mind. Hardship endured without denial always becomes some form of trust in yourself. Go into hardship, then, like a mountaineer with strong legs climbing an impossible slope. On the route of pain, name pain for what it is; neither diminish it nor distort its power. Expect nothing meaningful to be easy. But know also that human freedom consists of making choices that, if brave and true, mysteriously align your single life with the unseen forces of providence. What once seemed impossibly hard may fall effortlessly from everywhere, like grace or mountain water. 

 

Speak your mind, but only for the purpose of sincere intention, not in order to show off or to gain status or attention. Let your comportment match your substance in all things. Don’t exaggerate, for exaggeration insults the natural humility of the soul. On the other hand, do not avoid exuberance, for exuberance is the natural joy of the soul. Be strong in your body, but don’t fetishize your physicality. Your body is an instrument, but only so much as you love the world beyond your body. Strive to be healthy, but not so obsessively that you live by rules and lose the taste for paradox. Know discipline regularly, but break your discipline regularly. Allow yourself to be moved suddenly by strange impulses and wild gods. Give yourself passionately to a vocation that you believe in. And if circumstances are such that you cannot do the work you love, then comport yourself in whatever labor you have as if you alone had the power to elevate the atmosphere. 

When you are injured in your body or your mind, feel the injury, as much as possible, as a crucible of destiny, rather than a form of punishment. See yourself not as a victim, but rather joined in the historical procession of profundity. Focus on the nature of the wound, and ask of it what it needs in order to shape you into yourself. Don’t complain; complaining consumes the life force and blinds you to every opportunity that is as near to hand as your own breath. On the other hand, allow yourself to grieve when fate is bitter. Cry out to the heavens in your grief. Be inconsolable at times, because you are inconsolable at times. Grief is a valuation beyond human intention, and therefore touched by the divine. But grief is also a force of nature, a form of earthly thunder, conferring great power and meaning. Grief cannot lie; grief is an ultimate; grief shows us why we live. Grief strips us of restitution, making us transform. But neither is grief a steady state. Grieve powerfully, and then pay close attention to all that emerges. 

 

Avoid facile, acquisitive ambition. Grow more rather than less responsible. Never think you are free because you are indifferent or do not care. Freedom is always some pasture that is revealed after devotion, or sacrifice, or terrible responsibility. If you are insulted or demeaned by someone, do not respond in kind. Rather, rearrange your inmost disposition so that nothing in their slander could possibly be true. Avoid people who thrive on attacking other people. But if you are attacked, speak clearly in your knowledge of yourself, so that your own soul bears witness to the truth of your nature. And if you are attacked in your body, defend yourself as powerfully as you can. Walk away from foolishly violent people, but if you cannot avoid it, fight back fiercely, and let your fierceness speak for the precious gift of your life. 

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Remain strange; nothing potent and true is regular. Where you are different is where you are calm, if you have the power to believe. Even so, unique lives incur pain. You will feel like a tree falling forever through the common shout of civilization. Probably, you will bleed. Difference invites abuse; it always will, because people who are afraid of beauty and change employ hate to hide from their own stagnation. Stand your inmost ground. Observe courage wherever it can be found. See eccentricity, your own and others', as mystery, not as fodder for scorn. The soul is an explorer, or it is not a soul. Doubtlessly, you are most essential where you are most strange. 

 

Do not curse your fate, not in any thing. Fate is a pliable master. Fate reflects upon ourselves what we think of fate, and our own substance grows or corrodes accordingly. But do not imagine that “character” means a stoical lack of emotion. That misunderstanding is the ruin of the world. Feel everything that happens to you, and to others, as if your own nervous system is the map of an inalienable religion. Sacrifice for others, unreasonably, and then suddenly take care of yourself, unreasonably. In love, remember that passion, if it is passion, is always specific. You cannot desire many people at the same time. Passion and sexuality are always realizations of focus, or else they are merely the itch of insecurity. Be reverent with yourself, and you cannot but be reverent with others. Reserve yourself in love for those who want to know why you live. Touch others because you want to know why they live. 

 

Know some kind of trade. If you would belong to life, the animals, plants, and the elements must know you and trust you by the way you attend to materiality. Touch carefully and deftly the more-than-human world. Strive to be natural, not colonized by money and digitation and screens. But be wary of turning nature into a product or a screen. Gear and equipment may be accoutrements to action, but the essence of nature remains untouched by all things. You cannot buy nature any more than you can buy love. Neither imagine that nature is something to be conquered. Rather, learn ways and styles of being that blend with nature, as if you were hardly there. 

 

Strive to become as the animals in the way you move and perceive. But when you speak as a human being, use words that dignify things and people. If you must defend yourself with words, because of some injustice or offense to your soul, use words carefully and knowingly, like the sharpest, most precise sword. But do not glory in any victory, however necessary the battle, if it causes anyone pain. Others’ pain is ultimately your own pain in the mysterious interlocutions of being. 

 

Finally, worship the gift of life itself as the last inviolable sacrament. Become pure in spirit, not anesthetized by convention or dogmatic morality, not dulled by culture and expectation, but pure because you are undisguised to yourself; pure because you are filled with birth and death unceasingly. Take your naked soul bravely out into the world, where you will be loved or hated, or both, by turns. Expect disapproval and sympathy equally, for there is no other way to be a true person. Ask life to be intense, not easy. But let laughter sometimes overtake you like a rushing stream; let a divine madness quake your very bones, not in derision, but when gravitas becomes comedy, through the mercy of the absurd. Be rare in beauty and in your considerations, but be too consumed by world and love and care to even recognize that you are rare. Then you will be a human being on the earth, and of the earth.

 

And when the earth shuffles us off, as it will, perhaps some tissue of your residency will remain, that you did less, rather than more harm on earth. Perhaps something of the way you thought and moved and touched will subsist in wild and true things, and in the dust of the inseparable stars.