Ever kind of find yourself plodding along in one direction in life because it just seemed as good as any other, and then, sudden as a car crash, or a safe dropping out of the sky, you turn your head and realize you’re just on the wrong path altogether? And realize that you’d kind of intuited it all along, and begun to wonder whether your doubts were a sign of some kind of neurosis, and then, no, you realize, you were just going through the motions? You realize because of that adrenalin from the crash, or the safe falling, maybe, you when you turn your head, you realize there’s more than one direction in life? That it’s not safe, or easy, but it’s better than just plodding along a path because the path seemed to be there, available and not too risky? And ever turn around on the path and say, No, my life is not really about this. I’d rather find the path I am supposed to be on, instead of forcing some available route to suffice… and forcing myself to let it suffice.
All of this complicates things, somewhat. But, it’s better this way, too. Because moving towards trusting your instincts and intuitions and your own wishes is a way of being more authentic, and I suppose that’s really the key to being truly alive in the present, alive to yourself and the people around you.
Right, I’ll stop before this sounds too much like a self-help blog… and before I blabber about what I’m actually talking about.