As I look back on how my spiritual journey began, I wonder how I should begin telling my story. Because, just being born on this planet sets us on a spiritual path. So, maybe journey isn’t the right word, for isn’t life the journey? Maybe it’s something else … but no, nothing else comes to mind. It is a spiritual journey, but not the same journey to which I was born, but a different one, an exploration, a search for meaning and purpose, a search for my Self.
I envision our lives as a path, with many forks in the road of life. Often we stay straight on the path to which we were born, never veering, never wondering. We go to school…we go to college…we get a job…we get married…we have kids…we retire…we die, never once questioning why we are here. It’s almost robotic or hypnotic.
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