The Right Path
Something I find particularly mind-bending, are the range of surveys people are encouraged to click/fill-in to get an assessment of their level of “authenticity” or, “kindness”, to name only two. Really?
As if a faceless machine-generated survey could possibly arrive at a fixed set of answers about topics that can only be examined through human interaction and personal beliefs. And yet… their popularity continues.
I wonder why? It must be that people need to be reassured, or congratulated about their actions and beliefs about topics that are not science-based or measurable.
Countless numbers of people wonder if they are on “the right path” or yearn for a “sign” to point them in the right direction. In fact, an eight billion dollar industry has been built around offering advice to the burnt out, stressed out, dissatisfied adults of today. Everyone is looking for an illusive light and can’t seem to locate it’s switch.
Oddly enough, some people do discover their switch, but not until they first go though a long period of darkness. This is the case for many people, who, because of illness, are no longer able to do what they once could, such as maintain a job they enjoyed. Initially, they experience a sense of despair and yet, this forced inactivity, or long pause, offers an opportunity for deep reflection.
What’s important comes to the forefront and a shift in perspective propels new options to surface. With time, and a lot of patience, a new path beings to take shape.
Yes, but is it the right path?
Well, much like the silly surveys mentioned above some answers can only be found in the doing.
Besides, I’m not sure there is such a thing as a right path, but I am sure there is a next path, and so… off I go toward mine.
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