Let’s just say I was mated to certain ways of thinking, speaking and behaving that tapped into my soul
Requisite divorce proceedings from that way of living are well underway and I will be puruing a different tack altogether.
My soul thirsts for something different.
So this time, I will listen more carefully.
Trust.
And be.
This will be a leap of faith.
Here goes nothin.
We were all gifted with free will. For simplicity sake, I will let Artie explain in layman’s terms:
“…the philosophical and psychological concept that individuals have the capacity to choose their own actions, control their behavior and act as the ultimate source of their decisions.”
Thanks Art.
If I am not mistaken, this has been a source of inspiration and exasperation our entire existence. While we do have the capacity to choose our own actions, we can tend to be incapacited by following a herd. There is a wide variety of those these days.
Speaking from experience, I for one have had issues controlling my behavior. Some caused by the internally driven, but plenty of help appeared from the external side of things too. And add to that, the unsavory and destructive characters I have allowed to play a role in the decision making process.
All by products of my will.
At present, I am currently in the process of turning mine over to a higher power.
And you know what? The more that goes over to His side, the better my side is.
Maybe I will make it to the day that my side is empty of will. (I hope He knows what he is getting Himself into. )
Maybe not.
But what the heck.
It is worth a shot.
(pun not intended)
Sort of.
The way my mind works sometimes.
At first Buster Keaton came to mind. Not the two ton front of a house that fell over him, with him standing where the window would have been.
Him running between two cars in another flick, “It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad World.”
Then when I started replaying that favorite over and over in my noggin, it all made sense.
They reminded me of certain distinguished aspects of my life.
How I created the circumstances for things to happen the way they did. My reaction. And the failed Plan B, C, D, ad infinitum I unleashed to make things all better.
And, then, the consequences of my mad actions.
In retrospect, I have learned that things can be somewaht maddening in the world we live in. However, if you can avoid being stuck in the past while not getting ahead of your self, things seem to work out.
Presence is a present unto itself.
It’s right in front of you.
The first that came to mind.
Hats off to the doctor.
A true feather in his cap.
...my temporary assignment. 