roads not taken
“If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.” -Lewis Carroll
A sermon comes to mind. One I heard a long time ago. The pastor said there is no decision we can ever make that can be so bad or so wrong that something can’t be made of it. I captured the essence of his words as if spoken specifically for my benefit.
When I was in college it was difficult for me to choose a major. You mean I have to pick just one? But I have so many interests…how can I possibly settle on one thing that I am committed to for the rest of of my life?! My academic advisers were of little help. They only reinforced the idea that whatever you decided on for your degree program was supposed to lead to your lifelong career path. And you were supposed to decide this at 18 years old. In some ways choice is a wonderful gift. In other ways it is a miserable curse. Couldn’t someone just please tell me what I’m supposed to do? I don’t know, and I don’t how to figure it out either, and I’m only 18 years old and why can’t I just be allowed to be carefree and explore life and the world and who I am?
In a lot of ways I’m still there. Still on that unknown road to an unknown place. After all these years I still feel the pressure of this unknowing, like if I could just figure it out I could finally have some peace. (I did, however, dutifully choose my major, and earned my degree and was seemingly on track toward my lifelong choice…with a few changes along the way in graduate school).
…and then…
“Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.” - John Lennon
There are choices, and then there are things that happen completely outside of your control. One day you are young and looking forward to the future and all of your plans…the next day you begin to feel an ache in your side that won’t go away. Over time it steadily grows worse, and you have no way of knowing that what is happening inside your body will alter the course of your life in ways you cannot yet imagine.
With this uncontrollable uncertainty in the life of someone who had always been so goal oriented (even if at times the goal seemed fuzzy), there emerged a hurricane of confusion. What will be possible? What will be beyond me?
I was told repeatedly that God wouldn’t give me any more than I could bear. Really? God meters out suffering and calculates how far to take someone and then teeters them on the verge without pushing them over the cliff? That’s how God operates? What…is God bored, and this is how he entertains himself? When I would challenge this assertion I would be met with the following (usually by someone blooming with health)…”Well, you are managing, aren’t you? After all, you are still here.” Um…yeah…but…it hurt…a lot…and I didn’t feel so good about my life any more and I was sad about how much of life meant suffering and how hard everything became for me and I worried about a lot of things and I didn’t really think people in their 20s generally had to think about stuff like this yet. I guess that made me weak? “It’s ok…we’re all weak. That’s why we need God.” I would nod my head, but never felt right about characterizing God this way.
I still don’t know where I’m going. I wonder if this is precisely the point…exactly what this goal-oriented, future-planning, in-control, perfectionistic woman in a body she celebrates for its beauty on the outside and weeps for the pain on the inside, may have needed to learn something about….trusting, surrendering, opening, unfolding…being lost…being okay with being lost and understanding being found isn’t about having it all figured out…it is about acceptance of…and love for…herself.
6 Comments to roads not taken
I think you are bang on the money with this one Serenity.
I know I feel lost a lot of the time, and it is usually because life changes, and we change with it. No one seems to reinforce that with adults, just with teenagers. But realistically if your life is constantly changing, and you yourself are not changing (or changing in a different way) then things can get complicated. I don’t think complication is always a bad thing, it allows us to learn and to grow, and to experience. But we need to learn, and accept that somethings are just going to be the way they are regardless on how we feel about it. And that part makes things harder to deal with, especially when it is what i would call a life road. Like marriage, or a career, something major that you do not have total control over. It can hurt, it can have lots of pleasure. But to feel at a loss i think is normal for plenty of people, because your thoughts and feelings change and progress as time goes on.
Beautifully expressed, and shared with the sense of an unfolding realisation.
Here’s a thought, though. Maybe it’s not as black and white as ‘being in control’ and ‘being lost’? Maybe ‘being lost’ is only ‘being lost’ to the part of us that is concerned with ‘being in conrol’? Maybe even ‘being in control’ is ‘being lost’ to ‘being lost’?
If you have a spare moment, you might like to go back and have a peek at the story I posted on ‘Hidden Recess’ in the Summer - the one called The Wayward Princess. This deals rather beautifully with this apparent opposition of ‘being in control’ - the father/king’s realm – and ‘being lost’ – the wilderness that turns out to have its own rhythms and harmony and completeness.
Tentatively, I‘d also suggest another way this story might fit what you’ve described here. In the king’s realm, which is the domain of (one dimensional) ‘goal-oriented, future-planning, in-control, perfectionism‘ the princess has to be locked away. Is that a metaphor for ‘beauty on the outside’ and ‘pain on the inside’?
November 29, 2008
xmichra,
I think what can often be surprising is to hear that other people feel lost too. At times it can seem like you look at someone else’s life and you would never suspect they too have feelings of lostness. It is a very good reminder to understand that some things are pretty common to being human and making our way through the changes and challenges of living a life.
November 29, 2008
James,
I did refresh my memory and in fact am thinking a bit further on this. I went back and read that last part of what I wrote and found it curious, even to myself. I’m not even quite sure why I wrote it. It is a very rare thing for me to offer a kind word to myself on anything, really. And in my writing of late I have not been giving very much thought to any of it, but rather just letting stream through what flows…some of it makes it to this blog, and some of it doesn’t. As I consider the metaphor you suggest I will do some further wondering about this.
At the same time I can easily find the spot inside of myself that is intensely frustrated with lostness, there is this other part emerging that feels “weary” of the frustration, almost as if I have burned myself out to the point of no choice but to just accept that I feel lost so much of the time…and then say…okay, I’m lost. Being lost doesn’t necessarily mean not being found.
Is there something to this lostness? Who knows where lostness may lead, after all…instead of resisting it, I am sort of marinating in it a bit for a change, and not trying so hard to force myself this way or that way. It feels uncomfortable on the one hand, but is also starting to feel a bit liberating as well.
November 29, 2008
I think you are right about the importance of feeling lost. Lester Young, the jazz saxophonist said something like, “You don’t find God, instead you get lost and then God finds you.”
November 30, 2008
Rob,
And probably in some of the least expected places and ways!
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