{"id":57,"date":"2006-01-11T02:48:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-11T02:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/descansos.org\/blog\/2006\/01\/what-you-resist-persists\/"},"modified":"2006-01-11T02:48:00","modified_gmt":"2006-01-11T02:48:00","slug":"what-you-resist-persists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/descansos.psolis.com\/blog\/2006\/01\/what-you-resist-persists\/","title":{"rendered":"What you Resist &#8211; Persists"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No more <a href=\"http:\/\/www.descansos.org\/blog\/2006\/01\/roadblock-on-side-of-road.html\">roadblocks<\/a>! I realized what has been stopping me from completing my <a href=\"http:\/\/www.descansos.org\/blog\/2005\/08\/roadside-rest-stops-beginning.html\">Descansos<\/a> project.<\/p>\n<p>If it wasn&#8217;t for an exercise that we did on workday #2, I would have never realized that the sadness that possessed me originated from my days living in the South Bronx. I lived my whole life with the premise that &#8220;they will not take me! I will not be the next victim on the side of the road!&#8221; I am tough &#038; they will not get me! This was all to hide the fact that I was really a scared little boy facing death &#038; not knowing how to deal with it. This dates back to some of my childhood experiences of living in the war-torn South Bronx of the 70&#8217;s. A place where violence, gangs and territory wars were the events of the day. <\/p>\n<p>I realize now that it was only five years of my life. I also realized that in trying to block out the negative events from my past, I have inadvertently blocked out every good memory as well. <\/p>\n<p><em><b>&#8220;What you resist &#8211; persists&#8221;<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n<p>So to live my possibility of Self-Expression, I also took on creating a blog of those stories. By telling the stories <a href=\"http:\/\/www.psolis.com\/thepoint\/\">(read them here)<\/a>, I am now able to release my anger; my fears and my stories of what happened in the past. I am able to live a life where the past is really behind me. A life where I can say:<\/p>\n<p><em>   I lived in the Bronx. I experience death around me &#038; that is the past. I am no longer fearful &#038; I am not the next victim on the side of the road.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So I came to understand that this past kept creeping up on me and I was constantly resisting it. This project has confronted me with my past. Those memories were so well repressed that I did not accept them as stories. I lived them as who I am. I always felt at risk of being the next victim on the side of the road &#8211; I was angry, sad, and scared. Now I create my life. I was living my future based on my past, but now my future will be a clean slate. <\/p>\n<p>I have the freedom to co-create my life with God by my side. I am a <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Tabula_rasa\">Tabula Rasa.<\/a> A free, self-authored mind that will be a creation of my future.       <\/p>\n<p>Therefore, the premise for the Descansos project is for the families to tell their stories. Allow those stories to exist outside of you &#038; not define you. I want the families to see the artist&#8217;s expression &#038; see that the story lives over there now. They can now have room to create their lives. They too can have a Tabula Rasa where their life can flourish &#8211; never forgetting the past &#8211; but realizing that the past cannot define the future.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No more roadblocks! I realized what has been stopping me from completing my Descansos project. If it wasn&#8217;t for an exercise that we did on workday #2, I would have never realized that the sadness that possessed me originated from my days living in the South Bronx. 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