I heard a story for the second time yesterday about following peace. At first, I didn’t recall that I had heard this story before. Obviously I needed to hear it again. To protect those that may not want to be named, I’ll spare the full details of the story. But ultimately, the message is follow peace.
What does that mean? The first time I heard the story I was quickly able to pinpoint the decision I was facing and which one was right – which one would bring peace. It became much more obvious and blossomed in front of me and I was able to move forward. I was at peace.
This time; however, I’m finding complexity in the answer. What once brought me near instant resolve has me now questioning the very fabric of what makes up my life. Am I at peace? Am I following peace? Do I know what peace is in regard to this situation? No. I don’t. But I do know that I am not at peace and I am not following peace. Which, strangely enough, is a step ahead of yesterday. Or maybe it’s behind, as at least yesterday I was delusional.
I remember a time when I used to hear people say “Ignorance is bliss” and I would wonder how that could be true. Looking back, I was clearly the ignorant, because now I understand the bliss that is lost. If only I didn’t know… Clearly that is not the way I really want to live my life but there is that bittersweet taste left behind when the ignorance of a situation, a friend, a job, a life, whatever it is, washes away. Is the best path to salvage and correct, polish and fix. Or is it walking away.
What methods do you use to determine the best path? Well in the words of the Cheshire Cat I leave you with the thought – that if you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there.