Living Life Beyond Undoing the Past: The Difference Between Consequence and Punishment
Angelina Yokoyama Teh
While writing the piece “Healing Trauma Through Our Body", the original glitched while I was trying to save it and was deleted. Upon other things that happened that day, I couldn’t say I was surprised at the occurrence. I was disappointed because after having writer’s block for nearly 2 years, it was the first thing I was able to produce that resonated with me and felt beautiful. I tried to remain calm and tell myself that the information is still within me. I then found that trying to calm myself down was ironic considering I had just written a piece about allowing ourselves to feel through our experiences, yet I wasn’t letting myself grieve. I knew that once I would be able to rewrite the piece, it would no longer feel like that big of a deal. But, I don’t get to skip an essential part of the process as if how I will feel later on is how I feel right now. So I began to cry tears not even related to this topic at all, tears that were filled with all the times I’ve tried to skip a process I didn’t deem important.
Earlier that month I had realized a similar lesson:
I felt extremely disappointed regarding issues around my health. Some things from my negligence in adolescence began to arise in my 20’s. Despite starting to take my health seriously years ago, I couldn’t outrun the consequences of my early neglect. I kept wondering what I could have done to prevent this, asking why I was still being punished when I already made a promise to take care of my health. Wasn’t that my lesson? To not take advantage of this body? In the midst of my confusion, I meditated. In this meditation I was reminded that punishment and consequence are not the same thing. Punishment is socially constructed, but consequence is a lesson of responsibility and karma. Nothing that is not our responsibility will ever be chasing us. So I tried to understand what my responsibility outside of taking care of myself was, in this situation. I realized that just because I didn’t have enough guidance to tell me the importance of my health or just because it wasn’t my fault that as a kid I didn’t know better, didn’t mean I was exempt from having to confront it. Just because something isn’t my fault, doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for it. I realized then, that the issue I had to resolve was that I’m always trying to undo the mistakes I make, instead of accepting my consequences and striving to move forward. I was always living in some form of denial and everyday just became a day to make up for the past. There is no way to live in the present moment, if everything I ever do is to undo something else. I learned my reluctance to accept reality and that I was always trying to bargain with the Universe instead of deal with what I’ve caused. Trying to be like “if I promise to do this from now on, can you make this situation go away?” which is less of a prayer and more of trying to escape my consequences because for so long I couldn’t distinguish that from punishment. All this time I had been an escapist, weak-willed and it was in this instance I decided that I wanted to change. I want to learn to move forward, not necessarily without fear or disappointment, but with courage and the will to become better.
So the Universe brought this lesson to me again and asked me how much I really wanted to change. So I cried and grieved for a piece of writing, among other things I couldn’t recall in the moment, but I could feel coming from somewhere within me and so I tried to write again. But everything I wrote felt like a watered down version of everything I had said before and all I was doing was failing to remember everything I had lost. So I tried again the next day and the next week and a few times after that and nothing I wrote felt as good as the first one.
And I suppose that is a lesson of grief too.
I was never able to produce something I was as proud of again and I can’t differentiate if that’s because I grew a romanticized version of my piece through the process of grieving or if that’s just simply what it was. When trying to understand what writing that piece meant to me, I thought about the inability to share it with those who may have resonated but also feeling like I may be perceived as less than I’m able to show up as. So maybe learning acceptance is a greater gift for me than an accomplishment.

