The Journey of a Thousand Miles......
We all know and have heard this one......
..... it begins with the first step.
Or does it?
Beyond our actions there lies our thoughts, beyond our thoughts their lies our focus and beyond our focus their lies our spirit and will, before this there is our greater intent and only then our true desire to extend along the pathways which are put before us.
There are times when we walk a very lonely road surrounded by those who would walk beside us, through the darkest and lightest of times, through the heartbreak and the joy.
Recognition of the journey is, i believe, all that matters. This requires not only recognition of where we are going, but also where we have come from and furthermore, who we are. After all, how can we begin to travel when the we do not know if the journey suits us.
To undertake this we must remove all the trappings of society, all the facades and masks, strip ourselves bare and polish the mirror of truth, stare deeply into it and accept what we see. If we cannot do this, then we will surely become lost along the way.
For some reason I find this a terrible option to consider.
This year in April I turned 36, somewhere between birth and this date I think I have strayed slightly from my own path. I know for certain that I am not alone in this, having passed many others on the way who have the same soulless desire to advance, the press on in their careers, to achieve acclaim, to gain recognition and in turn perhaps find acceptance of themselves by their peers.
I think I begin to understand, only now that this is not the way. This is the illusion of our own observations.
Today, sitting here, I take ten minutes to write what I had hoped to do a long time ago. So far this year has been difficult, perhaps one of the most for a very long time. Yet I feel that it was necessary, that somehow this has all served a purpose, that this gives me a perception and insight into the true value of all that we hold for such a fleeting moment of time as we perceive it.
I think that once again, perhaps, possibly ,I can see the edges of the path through the mud and grime of the material world around me. Strangely enough when I stopped trying, the way became clear.
I make no promises that I will continue to be here, typing, but i feel that the true journey for me has finally taken its first step. After 36 years I am grateful that I have even a little glimpse of this. In truth, with the world around us all today, it could have taken so much longer.
..... it begins with the first step.
Or does it?
Beyond our actions there lies our thoughts, beyond our thoughts their lies our focus and beyond our focus their lies our spirit and will, before this there is our greater intent and only then our true desire to extend along the pathways which are put before us.
There are times when we walk a very lonely road surrounded by those who would walk beside us, through the darkest and lightest of times, through the heartbreak and the joy.
Recognition of the journey is, i believe, all that matters. This requires not only recognition of where we are going, but also where we have come from and furthermore, who we are. After all, how can we begin to travel when the we do not know if the journey suits us.
To undertake this we must remove all the trappings of society, all the facades and masks, strip ourselves bare and polish the mirror of truth, stare deeply into it and accept what we see. If we cannot do this, then we will surely become lost along the way.
For some reason I find this a terrible option to consider.
This year in April I turned 36, somewhere between birth and this date I think I have strayed slightly from my own path. I know for certain that I am not alone in this, having passed many others on the way who have the same soulless desire to advance, the press on in their careers, to achieve acclaim, to gain recognition and in turn perhaps find acceptance of themselves by their peers.
I think I begin to understand, only now that this is not the way. This is the illusion of our own observations.
Today, sitting here, I take ten minutes to write what I had hoped to do a long time ago. So far this year has been difficult, perhaps one of the most for a very long time. Yet I feel that it was necessary, that somehow this has all served a purpose, that this gives me a perception and insight into the true value of all that we hold for such a fleeting moment of time as we perceive it.
I think that once again, perhaps, possibly ,I can see the edges of the path through the mud and grime of the material world around me. Strangely enough when I stopped trying, the way became clear.
I make no promises that I will continue to be here, typing, but i feel that the true journey for me has finally taken its first step. After 36 years I am grateful that I have even a little glimpse of this. In truth, with the world around us all today, it could have taken so much longer.