I wonder if detachment isn't simply opening our minds to another way of looking at that which we're resisting?
We obsess about a perceived slight, or snub...or unjust, wrong and/or even harmful actions toward us. We hold the person responsible who did the act...thus personalizing it, letting ourselves be defined by it...if only in our own minds; i.e., Gertie/Herman/Mom/Dad won, I'm a loser.
We cannot let the fact of the act go, yet we cannot detach from it by fighting it...for even when we win that singular battle, we carry the memory within us. That memory is like a chameleon...it changes as it chooses. It will speak to or for us whenever it wants to, usually starting another battle...if not with another, then with/within our own selves.
That memory and the person we're holding responsible, not the long-gone fact, can and will determine our actions, our reactions, our inaction until we kiss it on the lips, in effect, and let it go, knowing full well that we it beat us.
Only then do we learn we are the winner, and we know gratitude.
Thank You.
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