I am going now to a pretty place where the flowers grow,.............
I'll be back in an hour or so........Marshall Mathers
I guess I am learning that wisdom is like a majority of things in nature; it does not always grow in the most obvious of places. You seem to have to be willing to walk about, to search in deep crevices, shady places, and high outcrops.
I find at first look what may one day become a great wisdom can seem crass or imperfect. It is good to learn the skill of listening, nowhere that I know of is it written that great wisdom proclaims itself loudly, and so careful listening will oft pay dividend where stomping about loudly achieves naught.
I find that these archetypes can be subdivided almost infinitely and yet they still seem right to me, name me a type and I point back to one of the archetypes.
I think we are born with a measure of each within us. At the moment of our perfect union we can be any of the archetypes. And perhaps it is our destiny to one day as a race grow to a place where each of us will fulfill all of the archetypes and so be whole.
In between it seems to me a good evolutionary step to at least choose the one you favour. You ought to be able to recognise which one by the 'feelgood' factor deep inside of you that goes with it.
This is not the one necessarily that random chance, your caregivers or your wound protection mechanism ordained for you (though for some it may be).
But for sure if you find yourself oft yearning and empty inside tis most likely because you are not fulfilling your unique purpose, life has skewed you away from your archetype.
I strongly recommend you take a breath, step back from the fray and look again,
you may be surprised at what you see. But heh remember just my thoughts
GETTING STONED AGAIN.............
Just because your children didn't turn out like you planned, it doesn't mean they turned out wrong
I LIKE THIS ... My goal is to become a source of safety to your lizard. What can I do right now that might make you feel safer. AL TURTLE
I LIKE THIS ... “Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered."Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.” A.A.MILNE