Sometimes, being tied into a situation when one experiences nothing but a series of small events, one loses sight of the more important big picture. What is required then is the ability to pull oneself out from the flux of small things and to take a breather through viewing the situation anew from a higher vantage point.
Recently, I was caught up in a series of events, some of which I consider to be fortunate while others tend to be of the unfortunate kind. When a good outcome rolled in, I was ecstatic. Otherwise, I would be wondering if there were something wrong with the situation that I was in or worse, could I have done anything that might have changed the outcome to a favorable one. It isn’t normal for me to second guess myself but recently, I’ve been doing a lot of that.
It is not as if I was forced to hike through a dense and uncharted jungle in the middle of the night, though sometimes it does feel like this. Furthermore, it would really help too if I knew where it is I am supposed to go as I do not have a clear sign of where the destination is. I’m still waiting for clear signs from a higher power to let me know if I should take left or right turns. Sometimes when the signs are clearer, traversing the arduous jungle paths is as pleasurable as strolls in the park. Otherwise, I’ll be groping in the dark.
For the past 2 days. I’ve neglected to take a pause to smell the roses along the way and to enjoy the journey. A wise zen master said (or some other type of wise man, but suffice to say, that man- or woman- who said it was wise) that sometimes the journey itself is worth more than the destination.
I wish I could be more specific in sharing what I have gone through but I can’t. It’s a little bit delicate and I still have some strong feelings towards the whole incident. But I can say this- if I do somehow emerge unscathed from the journey, the destination itself will worth more than anything that I could have ever wanted.