Just Wandering
Finding out where you belong can take up a lot of perfectly good worry that you could use somewhere else. That is, of course, until you actually find it. Still, you do waste so much ridiculous effort trying to discover the inner self that the search goes from just something to exhausting.
So, why do we worry about it as we enter the quest? Perhaps it is the old adage about the journey. Do we really need the journey? Is it so essential that without it the end result does not have the impact that our life needs for growth? Why does this journey have to be so damn ornery?
Journeys can be good things. I’ve had some wonderful ones. You get to see stuff you would never see, experience things you would never experience, otherwise. You know, crappy stuff; heartbreak, loneliness, stress. All for the sake of the journey.
Then there’s the upside. You meet people who make you happy. And who doesn’t like being happy? You get to be intimate, share, love, all the things that make the journey fun, interesting and adventurous.
You get to trip and fall, slide, get scratched, dropped on your head and singed a time or three. You lose, win, tie, forget a date, buy the wrong gift and get a smile to start your day. Then you have to sort it all out and decide what to keep and what to send to the recycler, what can be recycled and what just needs to get dumped.
A journey must begin with a journey to decide what your journey will be. This is usually the part where you’re all over the place, directionless, lost and without even the smallest micro idea of where you want to go. Look. Don’t look. Let it come to you. Just let it happen. You need to make it happen. Search your soul. Get help. Oh no! Now what do I do?
Once you put these minor annoying bytes of brain RAM in some type of order, you can begin.
A question will arise. “What do I do with the dog while I’m on this journey?” This is only a concern if you actually have a dog. You may have a cat in which case it is not applicable. If you have both, it can be rather cumbersome but not beyond some kind of insurmountable. You could also take them with you.
Paying for the journey can be an appropriate concern. What will it cost? Where will I acquire the resources that the voyage demands? Who can I talk to when things end up falling off the curb?
Good thoughts, good questions and no answers. It’s what happens when you indulge in the journey. It’s what comes up as you go. Yes, the final destination, where you end up after all of this, is nice to envision, but the true value is in the learning that is implied, which you are supposed to get as you proceed.
Alas! You made it.
Then you get to begin the next journey.
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