It’s hard to keep going in the right direction. There are so many distractions that take us off the path. We linger in some areas longer than others, forgetting about that weathervane we were given when we were very little. Some paths take us in strange directions, and sometimes we get lost on those other paths. One path will lead to another and another and another . . . Finding your way back is very difficult.
Did I turn here? Or
was it there? Or maybe I didn’t turn
here at all. Maybe it was further up the
path. Maybe I should continue on. It’s all so confusing. Why did I leave the path I was set on in the
first place? It was a nice path. Ah yes . . . there was that shiny piece of
jewelry I saw. There was that never
ending party I wanted to attend. There
were people calling to me, waving to me, encouraging me to leave my path and
enter the jungle. And so I did.
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| It always points the right way. |
I languished in a land of new experiences, or so they
seemed, until I found out they were all the exact same experience just wearing
different masks. I trotted on to a land
of seeming luxury, but it was always out of my grasp. The more urgently I reached for it, the
further it receded. I went to a land of
bitterness and anger, and I set up shop there for quite some time. I was never very successful there, though,
because everyone was so angry and bitter.
I kept on to a land of laziness and despair. The lazier I became, the more I despaired,
and vice versa. It was like the snake
consuming its own tail, round and round and round . . .
There were many lands to visit, many lands where I spent a
lot of time. Some were good, many were
not. But what each one did was rob me of
some of my allotted time, my precious, precious time. Wasting a month here, a year or two there, a
decade just beyond the bend, another couple of decades at the last turn . .
. Only to find out that the path came to
an abrupt end, and the prize was nowhere in sight.
But there was always that weathervane deep down inside, the
one I was given so very long ago. I took
it out and shined it up and placed it as high as I could. And then I waited, but I didn’t have to wait
too long. In fact, right away, it placed
me back on my old path. Of course, there
it was. Right there. The path was there all along. How could I not have seen it?
Now when I come to a crossroads, I look up to the old
weathervane. In what direction is it
pointing? That’s the path. That’s where I go. I’ve got a way to travel yet, but I’m getting
there. I’m in pursuit now.
