Life is Like Compost

People are being shamed by the use of the word “resilience.” It’s too often batted about by psychology experts in such a cavalier manner that some people feel guilty or inadequate if they are not “resilient enough.”

I’m not denying the existence of resilience itself. Maybe I’m just frustrated by overexposure of the word itself. Sometimes positive psychology erases the truth of suffering, attempting to sanitize and oversimplify it.

Also no one seems to be asking the question about the relationship between resilience and privilege. How are benchmarks of resilience defined and measured? By whose culturally biased standards? And what about the collective resilience of oppressed communities? This is rarely discussed in the media or psychological literature.

Life is messy. Liberation is messy. Compost rots and stinks even as it gives birth to new life.