Like Robert Frosts’s diverging roads, there come points in life when the tracks one has been steadily chugging along suddenly offer complicated options, and you simply have to choose. The trick is to maintain faith that you are on the right track.
Do you see tracks converging in your life and offering you a new direction?
The Right Track based on what? Anxiety-driven decisions steeped in self-righteousness cause wars; much sorrow. Where is wisdom of a pondered life?
When I meditate, this is the imagery: I focus on the breath and at the top of my head is a train moving across my mind like a ticker tape. Pop-up thoughts ride the rails “out of town” with the promise that I will address them later if need be, for I’ve learned that not every thought needs my energy or attention. Focusing on the breath allows calmness to restore what is rightfully mine: Discernment. Self-compassion fills me as lovingkindness takes over. When grace and mercy lead my train of thought, the box cars of justice and righteousness follow with empathy and caring conviction. I am then on The Right Tract.
I’m not able to combine activities I’d like to have converge with each other at this time. I’m having a difficult time by not excluding times involving other’s needs that seem more important to me. I have to accept this, I believe. The “other things” take priority. However I see the value of combining several related projects together for the benefit of both. It is one of my future goals.