So many choices. So many books to read, words to digest. How do you know where to begin?
Each claim to have the answer, the “truth.” Each offers an inviting path to follow, a way of life that will lead to where we all want to go: home.
Home, where you go and they got to take you in, no matter what you may have — or may not have — done with your life. A home where you rest, feel no threats and simply “be.”
A home with no expectations to meet, no war trophies to present, no stories to recite of a life lived on the streets, in the villages or around a jungle.
Be a hermit, you say. Avoid all contact with others. Give time to yourself to take in the teachings of highly praised others before choosing a path. Get in touch with the divine within, before seeking the divine out side.
It’s a lonely way, this solitude, you suggest. To be alone, with no guide to advise you, no friend to lend a hand, no lover to sooth the pain. So lonely. But in the end, isn’t that all you got? A loneliness that is at rock bottom allowing in no light except one that gently and so tentatively shines above. You can’t see that light until you touch the bottom, that ground beneath the ground, and you know you have no where else to go. Except up.
Choose now. Choose as if your life depended on it.
It does. Your future starts the moment you realize your present is in your hands. The choice you make will be the right one. The heartfelt one.
For now, you can leave the home, fly from the nest refreshed with the answer you provided your self through self-contemplation, self-discipline and self-determination. Funny how a reflection of one can lead to an affection for all.
Being alone, is not the same as being lonely after all!
Go for it!
Reblogged this on Contoveros and commented:
I revisited this post recently, and I see how true it is for me today as it was several years ago . . .
Indeed we have been so attach to the world around us and oftentimes we forget to be in touch to the world within us which is the important source of our success.
I will drink to success . . . and to failure, her twin sister.
Now, if we could treat those two imposters the same way, then my dear frugal expat, we will have begun to touch on enlightenment.
Michael, you are so positive in this post… makes me want to get out my hiking boots and climb the tallest mountain. Cuz I *know* I can do it! 🙂
If I don’t touch base with you before Christmas… hope it’s a lovely one!!
My hopes go out to you, too.
Like the image you presented. “. . . get out my hiking boots and climb the tallest mountain.
“Cuz I ‘know’ I can do it.”
Now that is positivity at its highest!