Instead of being known as an individual, we represent someone’s daughter, sister, wife or mother. We become so much wrapped up in carrying out the duties and responsibilities of these identities that we forget that we are someone too. And even if we remember, we don’t do it without a sense of guilt.
An year back, I received the following video clip on Whats-App. It is actually a promotion for the book called “Oil For Your Lamp” by Lisa Hammond and B J Gallagher. But it talks about a essential truth.
When we are sick, we try out home remedies instead of going to the doctor. We carry out all of our responsibilities in-spite of ill health. We give up our own dreams of having a career so that our husbands and children can have fulfilling careers and education. We give up pursuing our hobbies and passions so that our families can have all of our spare time. We continue with our dissatisfying jobs so that our families can have satisfying lives. We make small and big sacrifices so that our loved ones can have it all. We confine ourselves to boundaries and we actually forget that we have the right to ourselves too.
Since birth, we have been conditioned to believe that we are born to give. That to think of our own happiness first is selfish and narrow. That we are meant to make sacrifices, adjustments and compromises. And this conditioning defines our choices and lives. Those of us who choose not to stick to this conditioning are termed as rebels and unladylike.
Instead of being happy first, we try to find our happiness in others. We believe that the only way we can be happy is by making others happy. But we cannot be more wrong than this. How can we make others happy when we ourselves are hollow and empty? How can we light up others’ lives when our own lamps do not have any oil?
But what is our oil? Our health is our oil. Our friends are our oil. Our favourite writer is our oil. Our favourite televison sitcom is Our oil. Our wardrobe, our music, our garden, our hobbies can be our oil. Our education or financial independence can be our oil. Even our salon time or nap time can be our oil. All these things have the power to make us happy and content. So I believe that a bit of self-love and self- indulgence is our oil.
7 thoughts on “The Oil For Your Lamp”
Beautiful post! I hit this impasse a few years ago. I had to peal the layers off and find \”Barbie\” underneath. Relearn what I liked and what I wanted. It had gotten to where the scariest question anyone could ask me was \”What do you want to ___?\” Now I readily have an answer and no anxiety. Life & Faith in Caneyhead
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seriously we start losing ourselves over time. And kudos to you for being courageous!!
Nicely put, I'm feeling pretty good that my lamp has enough oil; but I can think of some folks who would benefit from reading your blog. I'm out and about today, visiting and gearing up for the challenge. Always nice to meet new blog mates.
Same here Sandy! All the best.
I am just starting to figure this out, myself. Thank you.