This is about our journey... our journey to our destination. Its about those we meet along the way and what we give of ourselves to them. We are so, so distracted. Distracted by the mundane, by the petty, by our guilt, our hurt, our past, our future, our predesigned suppositions. If only we would all realize that we are best served by what stands in front of us: our path. It is so strikingly complicated and simple all at the cluttered same time. We all own our own story. With each moment we put the metaphorical pen to paper. We stand in front of our direction, but are often chained at the ankle but what was, what should have been or what we perceived it could have been. You see, we all are going somewhere. Most of us disagree where that is, but the truth is, we are all going somewhere. We lose sight of this so easily. We seek what is immediate. We expect what is simple. Truly, all that matters, is the path. It certainly is leading us somewhere. Where that is for you, is your decision to make. So, as I stand upon this rock that is the life I have lived as far, I know surely where my destination is. I know it in a chaotic and deep way. I get lost in it from time to time. I punish myself in its stead from time to time. But make no mistake, I know the destination. Ah, but the journey. I couldnt quite begin to explain what that might be. Where it might be. I cant begin to comprehend the manner in which I will reach my ultimate goal. I only know that I travel the path. Take comfort in the not knowing. Rest your heart at ease and release the stones around your ankle on the raised rock lining The Way. Leave them. They only slow you. They only bear down upon you and keep you from that which your soul gasps for. They rob you of the deep cleansing breath that your symbolic lungs long for. It is the path. It is what lies ahead. It is what is to be. It is what is now. If only we would all leave our scars as scars. Lessons learned. If only we would remove the salve from our eyes and see what reality lies in wait. It is right before us all. It seems we are so blind to it. So lost in the darkness of our own hang ups. The hope remains. Never mind the lies of what weve been told or what weve told ourselves. Hope is present. Nevertheless, do not become weak enough to think though, that we are not responsible for our journey. So stand. Brace your feet for the journey. Walk and press each footstep parallel in advancement to the other. Dont slumber. Dont succumb to your past. To what you have done or to what others have done to you. Dont rest in what you thought should be or what your imagination painted upon your conceited canvas. The path. It awaits you. You journey it whether you wish to or not. But the manner in which you do, well, that is entirely up to you. Your family, your friends, your employer, those that have failed you, or your own failures do not make this choice. You do. Rise up. Laugh. Give of yourself more than others give to you. Do not slumber, but live. Your righteousness is but rags, but your hope is as gold. Gleaming in the distance. It is your choice. Drag your foot along the way with the weight that you are not required to carry or press forward carrying only the weight upon your own back. No one can rob you of your life. Only you can. So, choose to live. As for me, I do not know what is next. I prefer it that way. But, I do know, that my adventures, though exciting as they have been, are only a beginning chapter. I have so far to go. I have a world to see. A straight and narrow Way that I must travel. Through jungles, deserts, seas and distant places I must go. But more-so, I have so much within to give away. And with each day it grows as does my yearning to travel. My feet and my mind only have so much endurance, but my heart lives forever. So go. Travel. Only you can choose The Way you will travel. It is yours to journey. It is your... path.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 21:25:59 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015