Let's say that while my brain was learning to walk, life smacked my family up side the head with a series of sudden—thus unexpected—tragic losses, which caused one side (the defensive side) of my memory to clog with fear—like when you're hiking up a mountain and one of your boots collects rocks in the tread of your soul—er—sole.
If one side of your gait can not center on solid ground, what happens when the the climb grows steep, the terrain gets really rocky, it's gotten dark, storm clouds have gathered, and your spirit's grown too weary to know up from down?
What if rather than feeling fully alive while enjoying the challenge of your climb, your spirit keeps looking down at the long fall awaiting you—no safety net, bolstered by positively focused attitudes—in sight—as of yet?
What if you deny the instinct that keeps sending you signals to separate from the climb until you work at removing those rocks, which caused your gait to lose touch with your center? What if responsibility (and love) won't release you from the 'beaten' path?
What if upon growing up, you study the difficulties of communicating, honestly, with both sides of yourself? What if upon gaining the wisdom to ponder upon both sides of life, you remove those rocks (some the size of boulders), so that upon resuming your adventure, you feel more centered, through and through, than ever before?
Doesn't common sense suggest that at any stage of life, when that possibility arises, removing rocks from your head—I mean tread—is a wise plan?
Doth one ever reach a stage in life where it's easy to leave the 'beaten' path behind? Love makes it tough to know when support is uplifting vs. when compassion allows one person's pain to pull a supportive loved one down.
Let's say that instead of pounding against the 'beaten' path, one spies a light saber flashing with insight, pointing toward a fork in the road, where a safety net allows a weary mind and heart a hammock in which to rest until one day a blog begins to emerge from within a mind renewed. And let's say that, day by day, a brand new path is carved out, post by post, in hopes that a brighter perspective may greet all, who choose to lay hurt feelings and negatively focused thought processing patterns aside? Be this blog a day dream? A pipe dream? Or—A POWER OF ONE, HOPING TO HOLD HANDS WITH THE POWERS OF MANY, DREAM COME TRUE! Bottom line: How often do dreams plus hard work match REALITY!
Upon pondering that last train of thought, which path doth thee choose for thyself?
Come away with me ... I want to hold your hand ...
... And if this positively focused thought process beckons to thee are thee not curious to see where I aim to take you next?
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