I cannot imagine nor begin to describe the internal pain felt by Robin Williams before he died. But his passing causes me to reflect, if even for a few moments, on the internal pain all of us feel and are afflicted by in our temporary existence. Truly, this internal pain is our common denominator, isn’t it? Try as we may, we cannot push away our misery or get rid of it on our own.
We get just so many years to discover the cure for our pain. For some that’s more years. For some that’s fewer years. We really don’t know how much clock time we might accumulate. I’m older than Robin Williams was. The point is: the remedy for internal pain is known. We’ve heard the story and we’ve been offered a choice to accept it, ignore it, or reject it entirely. The cure is ours for the asking. Our choice.
If we choose to ignore the story’s message we may waste time searching for something else, or someone else, to soothe our internal pain. We’re banking that this something (or someone) will deliver us. We try religion, it doesn’t work. We try overeating, it doesn’t work. We try illicit sex, it doesn’t work. We try a mind and body numbing drug, it doesn’t work. Why don’t these work? Because they provide no healing balm for our internal pain. In fact, these (and other things unmentioned) distract us and detour us from the actual cure. Consequently, we experience, at best, only brief relief by using any of these temporary fixes. Increasing the temporary fixes (if we’re fortunate) finally loses its deceptive appeal (which doesn’t necessary mean we quit trying to make the unsuitable fixes work). Even though the temporary fixes fail to bring the satisfaction we hope for, we long for, it isn’t unusual for the remedy, the escape, to be tenaciously resisted, refused.
If we refuse to believe the story, the internal pain doesn’t lessen. It more than likely increases. We, to our embarrassment and humiliation, suffer the consequences of our disapproving choice. Our attempts to brush off the story with reason, or experience, often adds to our misery. But the solution, the answer to our misery and pain, still waits in the wings, (stage left in the theater where the drama of life plays itself out, through its various acts).
If we accept the story, the internal pain diminishes and begins to subside. Meaning, when we dare ourselves to down spoonful after spoonful of the medicine prescribed we move ourselves toward the healing and health, the satisfaction, the peace, and the joy we’ve invalidated by ignorant choices.
The story is a person we walked away from many generations ago. “I’ve come for you,” says the story. “I am here. I know what I’m doing. I can be trusted. Chose life and I’ll show you health like you’ve never experienced it.”
Robin Williams ended his pain and is hopefully experiencing the eternal cure. Every comedian wants to be taken seriously.