 I've
written recently about the importance of each of us accepting personal
responsibility for our actions, for our inactions, and for knowing
their consequences. It is natural to accept responsibility, because in
nature it is almost always joyful. It entails raising offspring,
together, as community, and looking out for each other. It entails
taking only what we need and knowing that by living simply we are
preserving and sustaining a rich diversity of life that reciprocates
our taking responsibility, and provides for us, so that our lives can
continue to be joyful, astonishing, easy.
But sometimes we have to take
responsibility that is joyless, a burden, a thankless chore. For a few
weeks each year when the fledglings are young, the adult birds in our
yard look disheveled, exhausted. They know, I suppose, that it will
pass, so they labour on, but they look tragic, unnatural. For many
humans, too, responsibility is thrust on us unasked, even unfairly, and
in our modern fractured nuclear society it is rarely shared.
In civilized human society, these burdens may not be so short-lived. We
can suddenly find ourselves facing a lengthy term of joyless responsibility for:
- Elder relatives incapable of looking after themselves
- Troubled or handicapped children or other relatives
- More dependents than we can cope with
- Animals (often ill or unsocialized) that no one else
will take responsibility for
- A dysfunctional spouse or addicted family member
- Sustaining a marriage that is loveless and
dysfunctional
- A farm or small business that is overwhelmingly
stressful and not really viable (the suicide rate among farmers in some
nations is epidemic)
- Charitable, social work or health care work
- Dysfunctional students
- Subordinate employees and co-workers in a stressful,
unmanageable corporation
- Unmanageable debts or contractual obligations
The work that comes with this responsibility, in addition to being
protracted, perhaps even interminable, is also often arduous,
unappreciated, and not terribly successful at making anything better.
No surprise, then, that we see so much stress and unhappiness in the
extraordinarily affluent nations of our world. No surprise, either,
that escape,
if only for a week, or a day, or the length of time the next
substance-induced 'high' lasts, is the fondest dream of so many.
Some of this responsibility is thrust on people unwillingly, in which
case the sufferer often feels the world is treating them unfairly. Some
of it is, at least initially, accepted willingly, even embraced with
excitement, but later, as frustration, failure and disillusionment set
in, becomes loathsome, unbearable, and then there is the
additional torment of feeling that it was their fault, that they have
only themselves to blame.
How do we
cope when this happens to us? If there were an easy answer it wouldn't
be such a prevalent and intractable problem for so many. In some cases
it may be
possible to:
- Spread the responsibility: Reach out and ask others
to help. This may require swallowing one's pride, or paying or making
some other sacrifice. In some cases this cost is so unbearable or
unaffordable that it's not worth it. In some cases, where the helpers
are incompetent or lazy, it may not help. In some cases it may take
skills or time or energy to find the right people to help, that the
sufferer just doesn't have. But sometimes it works. Many hands make
light work, and all that.
- Share the grief: Losing our freedom can cause more
suffering than almost any other imaginable affliction. It can make us
crazy. Telling someone who cares can, sometimes, for some people, help
partly unburden, get the grief and anger and terror out there where it
can be seen for what it is, instead of bottled up inside.
- Increase resilience: Sleep and exercise can make the
unbearable a little less unbearable.
- Just walk away: This one is tougher, and rarely
works, but in those cases where it is clear that (a) the responsibility
will never end, it's for life, and (b) the work you're doing is not
really helping, it may be the answer, the only answer. Is it
irresponsible to give up on a failed marriage, a job looking after the
needy that's burning you out, or an obligation that can't ever be
repaid? Maybe. But sometimes you have to weigh your responsibility to
yourself against that owed to others. If you trust your instincts,
sometimes they will tell you what you can't bear to admit to yourself.
I've written before about another form of grief, regret for what
happened in the past, or what might have been but never was, and how
pointless but tempting it is to let that grief eat you up forever. The
grief of putting up with unbearable stress, responsibility and
self-deprivation in the hope that it is really making a difference,
that, in the end, it will all have been worthwhile, is the mirror image
of this, another self-constructed and endlessly agonizing fiction.
But suppose we do not live today with such responsibility. What then is our
responsibility to the billions of others who are living lives of
endless,
lonely, joyless responsibility? What if anything do we owe them?
The prevailing ethos of our time is that 'we are not our brother's
keeper', but that we are responsible for family members in need. As
well-entrenched as this ethos is in most modern religions, its logic is
unfathomable to me. We are either responsible for others or we are not.
And if we are, and if by accepting responsibility we are merely
exchanging someone else's unbearable anguish and burden for our own, what do we
accomplish?
I have no answers to these questions. The problem of our responsibility
in a world of so much suffering is an intractable one, and it has no
simple answers, if it has any answer at all. Perhaps that realization is what
inspired Eliot to write the Four Quartets, and especially these three excerpts
on global human suffering and how we cope with it:
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.
The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere... Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present... The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. (Sigh.) I still have so much to learn. |
MADE IN CANADA
trust your
instincts 
