Every now and again I have cause to glance over my shoulder and take a look at my journey so far. The road I have travelled is not straight, but is a mercurial ribbon of twists and turns often running right over the top of mountains! I see scattered here and there some hopes and dreams that litter the hedgerows like empty packets and wrappers. But here and there are tiny lights that shine, beacons of accomplishment - mostly part of my growth and things I have learned. What hopes and dreams lay empty and thrown are strange elements of my life. I look at them and wonder, did fate or destiny really lead me to that or this. Sometimes I feel a relief that some things did not work out - further down the road being able to see that it would have been disasterous to say the least. In this I feel a lesson has been learned. However, there are those that I cannot fathom as useful at all - not even today do I feel they served any purpose whatsoever.
I wonder at fate and destiny. I don't like the idea of it in truth, preferring the more comfortable fit of 'free will' - feels like something I can wear without feeling stifled and trussed up. I can't help but believe that while there are many possibilities, chances, opportunities we can have in life, we actually choose with our own will which one we follow. But is this just me 'thinking' I have free will?
Perhaps I'm programmed to think I am free? Like the Matrix - its all an illusion.
How do we begin to understand the concept of fate or destiny - I mean if I take apart a watch will it help me to understand time? The Kahuna
believe we have three souls - and part of our life on earth (if not all of it) is to learn lessons and return with that knowledge to our higher soul/self - this is how the Higher self grows and expands.
When we ask what is our purpose - I ask what's wrong in us defining our own purpose?
That road I've travelled is as full of mystery as the road ahead of me.
One step forward and I'm on the move again although today I am in no hurry, preferring to stop here and there to admire the view of the mountains, the sunsets, the early morning spider weaving her web, the
last song of the evening from the calling bird, the first sign of buds dusting a bloom on winters boughs. I am in no rush to any particular place and have learned to take the side roads on occasions and the leafy dappled lanes. After all it is the journey that matters not the destination - right?
