Thoughts from the road
I’ve been noting that the greatest and most influential mentors, guides, and teachers in my life have come from unexpected places at unexpected times. When am lost and searching for “the one” to be my guide none appear, or those who are likely candidates do not want to pay me any attention. When I get dejected and give up I fall into a spiral of negativity, ceasing to make any progress for weeks or even months. There is a middle path which, I have found, to give me the greatest results.
When I am surrounded strangers in a bustling bazaar, lost without direction, I find that just need to present myself as a weary traveler on his own personal legend and eventually I will be presented with many to assist me; others who have been there are drawn assist me. When I am on my own in my own desolate desert all I need to do is open my eyes and just look; I can see the clues of other travelers who have tread the same path and learn from their experiences.
I still do not know where I am going, but I do not fret. I trust that the world will show me the way as it has for many months and years. With every day I diligently work towards that unknown goal, things become more familiar and free: as if I am coming home to something in a past life. In some ways I feel I am reliving a life and of a long dead ghost, but in the end what really matters is my current joy: the effortless feeling of lightness and happiness. The feeling of fulfilling my own personal destiny and helping other fulfill theirs.
