Life deserves exploration at all levels; the natural world; the physical body, and the spirit. Not only does life deserve this, but requires it for growth. To not explore, to not venture out and seek is to remain stagnant and complacent. The sphere of expedition is open to all travelers, explorers and seekers.
One single road of life does not exist. Nor are there only two roads; a high or a low. In life, several roads exist much acting like the spokes on a wheel. If we could consider these roads as spokes; all roads can lead to or away from the center at any time. This all depends upon perspective. Of all the roads, many are misleading, many are enlightening and many are confusing. But, be sure that none are straight and clear.
The great religions and philosophies of the world, from ages ago until now all act as roads. They are guide-paths to or away from the center, or the source. One is not limited to travel only one road. He can choose any or all of these. But the choice matters little. He must experience the journey for himself, no matter the path or paths taken.
I can recall the first time I decided to ride my bike far from home. I started our early in the day and aimed straight down a particular road nearest to my home. I knew this road well. The direction I chose would cross over the Arkansas river, and after crossing the bridge I had planned to head down to the river’s bank and get a closer look.
I was intrepid in my quest, pedaling up and down rolling hills until I finally approached the bridge. As I crossed the bridge, I remember the shocking sensation of being terrified. The bridge guardrails were low and I sat high above them as I pedaled. In fear, I hopped off the bike and walked it the rest of the way across.
Just as I crossed the foot of the bridge, it began to rain heavily. This turned the path down to the river muddy and nearly impassible. I made it down in just a few seconds sliding all the while on the mud just to see the mucky river. However, it took nearly an hour to climb back up the hill to my bike.
I returned to the bridge, body and shoes covered with mud. As I walked I slipped and fell into the passing traffic lane. A motorist nearly missed me as I hopped back up and scrambled for the sidewalk. After crossing the bridge with a pounding heart I mounted my bike again. Luckily, I was able to pedal nearly a mile. But then my chain broke; snapped in two. Unable to repair it, I walked myself and my bike through the rain for the next five miles.
All things considered; I learned a few lessons on this journey. Even if you know the road like the back of your hand,you never truly know what the path has in store. Even the high road has pitfalls, the low road may have more, but; every road has obstacles. We must all experience and negotiate these on our own, through our own experience. Nobody can tell us how.
Never let another tell you which path is right for you. You must choose, because his experiences within the sphere of expedition are unique. The obstacles on his path are much different than yours will ever be.
We are all on a continuous journey within this sphere. We all have our own truths to find; our own spirit to wake; our own horizons to smile upon and our own obstacles to hurdle. Realize that you have a choice. Choose your path with the heart; with kind intuition and compassion, but remain aware that obstacles exist.