<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289</id><updated>2024-10-06T23:19:37.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pathway</title><subtitle type='html'>Essays relating to the path we all travel. The path of self improvement and exploration. These essays are reflections, contemplations and revelations about personal growth, and society.&#xa;&#xa;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Essays on Education: &lt;a href=&quot;http://pathessays.blogspot.com/p/issues-in-education.html&quot;&gt;Issues in Education&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-6560693094132448163</id><published>2012-07-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T18:59:28.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Let Go of Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Today I am
thinking back to my post “Finding Peace on the Path: Learning to Let Go” and I
realize there is a major step that has to be accomplished before you can start
letting go of all the negative thoughts. Often the root of negative thoughts is
guilt. Guilt over actions done in the past, guilt for not being the person you
want to be and even guilt over things you had no control over. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guilt and regret can be found at the
base of most negative thoughts. Regret is the seed of misery and guilt is the
root that starts to spread if you allow regret to take hold. These two partners
in crime do have some usefulness but it is very limited. When you do something
wrong you feel regret and then guilt, these are necessary to make you reflect
on what you did and why.&amp;nbsp; Then you can
learn from your mistake but once you have taken a lesson from it you need to
release the regret and guilt by forgiving yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most of us are much more forgiving
to our friends and family than we to ourselves and this creates a lot emotional
turmoil. We need to remember that like our friends and family we too are only
human and not even we can be perfect! We deserve our own forgiveness as much as
our loved ones do and we cannot move on in our path and heal to be better until
we forgive ourselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No matter how much you beat yourself
up or replay an event in your head considering all you could have done
differently, no matter how much you hate yourself for something you have done,
nothing is going to change the past because what’s done is done. The only way
to make up for the past is to remember the lesson it taught you and take it
forward into the future with you and use it to prove to yourself and others
that you have learned your lesson and that you are not a terrible person. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;__________________________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtTuJScsfEBvbkd4TVQde_upZARSrmvxElCJj8R0hdI5cEaoS8jqH9iFDcn6CeLtVMV4BhfdlsDBFWly2B2ObVvCUUa-G47rn5Lnd8EdLbqE6c9vmf5eRE7iCjiiPXmMYynjI2CwPsZM/s1600/article-new_ehow_images_a04_gj_l6_forgive-yourself-hurt-someone-800x800.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtTuJScsfEBvbkd4TVQde_upZARSrmvxElCJj8R0hdI5cEaoS8jqH9iFDcn6CeLtVMV4BhfdlsDBFWly2B2ObVvCUUa-G47rn5Lnd8EdLbqE6c9vmf5eRE7iCjiiPXmMYynjI2CwPsZM/s320/article-new_ehow_images_a04_gj_l6_forgive-yourself-hurt-someone-800x800.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Image sources:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://nwso.net/2009/02/03/can-cheaters-be-forgiven-trust-love/&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;http://nwso.net/2009/02/03/can-cheaters-be-forgiven-trust-love/&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinyheat.blogspot.com/2008/08/forgive-and-let-live.html&quot;&gt;http://tinyheat.blogspot.com/2008/08/forgive-and-let-live.html&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.soapnights.com/2010/07/27/is-it-wrong-of-me-to-be-happy-that-my-ex-died-of-cancer/&quot;&gt;http://www.soapnights.com/2010/07/27/is-it-wrong-of-me-to-be-happy-that-my-ex-died-of-cancer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you feel guilt because you are
not the person you think you should be, wish you were or pretend to be to
others, it usually stems from repeated guilt over actions that do not match up
to your own personal morals or the morals you are allowing others to place upon
you. This is a far more common problem than people realize and often it is the
hidden source of our problems. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How then do we know if this is
really our problem? There are a few things we can ask ourselves. Do I feel like
I am never living up to other people’s expectations? Do I hide a lot of my
actions and life from certain people? If the answer is yes to both of the above
than more than likely you are either trying to live up to the morals of someone
else or you are not living up to your own. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Someone who lives up to their own
morals in general will not hide anything from anyone they love. There are
exceptions of course because sometimes our morals are drastically different
from those we love. (For example if your family is strict Catholic and against
homosexuality and your morals are more open minded). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Whenever we feel we must hide things
about ourselves or our actions it causes emotional stress. There are times
(like that mentioned above) where it may be necessary but for the most part it
is much healthier to find a way to travel along your path out in the open. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;More coming soon on
this issue&amp;nbsp; in “Calibrating your Compass”
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;__________________________________&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Guilt over things we had no control
over can ironically be some of the hardest to let go. This often stems from
having a bit (or full blown) Super Hero Syndrome. We feel as if we should have
seen something coming and done something to either prevent it or at least
soften the blow. Sometimes it’s even that we did do something but later we
think we should have done more.&amp;nbsp; This &lt;/span&gt;guilt
over things you have/had no control over makes us feel we are unworthy to be
happy. We have to really let go of the guilt and realize it is NOT our fault. It
is not our responsibility to control the actions of others or to “save” anyone
else. Even if you really believe you should have done something or done it
differently it is the same as any guilt, use it to learn your lesson and then
forgive yourself. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When
you forgive yourself and set yourself free from regret and guilt you are
empowering yourself to move further on your path and to become a wiser, happier
traveler. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
You are only human and as humans our perfection is in our
imperfection and our ability to learn, forgive and keep moving forward. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Always remember you are worthy of your own forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/6560693094132448163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/learning-to-let-go-of-guilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/6560693094132448163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/6560693094132448163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/learning-to-let-go-of-guilt.html' title='Learning to Let Go of Guilt'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtTuJScsfEBvbkd4TVQde_upZARSrmvxElCJj8R0hdI5cEaoS8jqH9iFDcn6CeLtVMV4BhfdlsDBFWly2B2ObVvCUUa-G47rn5Lnd8EdLbqE6c9vmf5eRE7iCjiiPXmMYynjI2CwPsZM/s72-c/article-new_ehow_images_a04_gj_l6_forgive-yourself-hurt-someone-800x800.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-3594422693262234800</id><published>2012-07-03T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T19:05:31.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Precious Gift on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So often on our path we forget so many important things. We
strive so hard to find ways to show people we care and to find ways to include
them in our adventures rather than leaving them behind. In all this effort and
in our many travels we often don’t realize or even forget what the most
precious gift of all is. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Despite
all of my introspection and the time I spend on my journey looking within,
trying to improve and to help others along the way I somehow missed it myself.
Only recently did I realize how much of my best gift I have thrown away,
misplaced and given up to those who were less than deserving. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our path
is never ending; even those who never find their true path are always wandering
near it and will for all their days. However our time in this existence is
limited and unpredictable.&amp;nbsp; We can never
know how much time we have left; we cannot buy more or go back and take back
time wasted. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time is
the most precious gift you can give to anyone, even to yourself. It is a
limited resource, a priceless commodity that once given can never be taken
back.&amp;nbsp; Even the realization of the
importance of your own time is a gift. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is
not a tool to be used against people, for once you withhold it there is no
guarantee you will have it to give later. Often on my own journey I have
struggled with finding enough time for all those that I love, yet I never
realized what importance or meaning it really had when I did make time for some
and not for others. I never thought about who actually appreciated my time and
who did not, I tossed it to whoever was yelling loudest for it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In this
new light I see so many things I could have done differently, ways in which I
could have better managed my time and directed more to those who truly
appreciated it and me. Regret is the seed of misery, and dwelling on the past
does no good past the point in which you learn your lesson. The best choice is
to move forward empowered with the new knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is a
great gift to yourself and to those who truly appreciate you when you realize
just how valuable your time is, and how worthy someone should be to receive it.
The greatest gift we have to give is our time and attention, and when we squander
it on those less than deserving we are stealing it away from those who deserve
it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeOq1eQzC9TSnKXH-f9fA4xoajTTCcCQ9TPxTWfaqStUvv5DwHIfTJrKh60feOcn6OotTJC628e53HDj4y7VguAmc1AjY0V9TUn7V4sYYxSW8-oY1xSaVgnJ-ZgaIsfz5I9Z8cx56BJw/s1600/m01_16895561.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;208&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeOq1eQzC9TSnKXH-f9fA4xoajTTCcCQ9TPxTWfaqStUvv5DwHIfTJrKh60feOcn6OotTJC628e53HDj4y7VguAmc1AjY0V9TUn7V4sYYxSW8-oY1xSaVgnJ-ZgaIsfz5I9Z8cx56BJw/s320/m01_16895561.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;image sources:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/02/at_work.html&quot;&gt;http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/02/at_work.html&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.electrictime.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.electrictime.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I look
ahead to my path that lies before me, and now on the back side of my recently
acquired compass I can hear a clock ticking away. My own personal reminders of
what direction I am headed in, what leads me there, and how precious my time
is. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/3594422693262234800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/most-precious-gift-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/3594422693262234800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/3594422693262234800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/most-precious-gift-on-path.html' title='The Most Precious Gift on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfeOq1eQzC9TSnKXH-f9fA4xoajTTCcCQ9TPxTWfaqStUvv5DwHIfTJrKh60feOcn6OotTJC628e53HDj4y7VguAmc1AjY0V9TUn7V4sYYxSW8-oY1xSaVgnJ-ZgaIsfz5I9Z8cx56BJw/s72-c/m01_16895561.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-166396909059962930</id><published>2012-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T19:21:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Along the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQNSxe7wZwlwRYURlGH4L-4YtTn-UNH1P1fSCU7_sktt3Tm8fVF9nnIcrE5aP7xgYZUoncjey8J5kkrDu4cvo9makttkoodt8ekP2n_gZOLYRarw6EFkovTo2-OQLNlKKjhqz_kCbSoM/s1600/Wander+or+Lost.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;255&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQNSxe7wZwlwRYURlGH4L-4YtTn-UNH1P1fSCU7_sktt3Tm8fVF9nnIcrE5aP7xgYZUoncjey8J5kkrDu4cvo9makttkoodt8ekP2n_gZOLYRarw6EFkovTo2-OQLNlKKjhqz_kCbSoM/s320/Wander+or+Lost.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Image sources:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keithparkinson.com/gallery.php?icid=1&amp;amp;nextid=10&amp;amp;img=kpgreeti&quot;&gt;http://www.keithparkinson.com/gallery.php?icid=1&amp;amp;nextid=10&amp;amp;img=kpgreeti&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Parkinson&quot;&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Parkinson&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.1zoom.net/Fantasy/wallpaper/13442/z92.6/&quot;&gt;http://www.1zoom.net/Fantasy/wallpaper/13442/z92.6/&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wolfsmoke.tripod.com/parkinson1.html&quot;&gt;http://wolfsmoke.tripod.com/parkinson1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Today I have been thinking about a quote I recently adopted
as my mantra. Sometimes as we travel down our path we make discoveries, find
new routes, or even discover old habits that although we once thought were
healthy or least noble pursuits, we come to realize they hindered our progress
and even negatively impacted not only us but all those around us. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not
long ago I had one of these discoveries and I recognized that it would not be
an easy habit to break, so in dealing with it I found a mantra to remind
myself. This discovery was one many people over the years have tried to lead me
to, but I was too stubborn and set in my ways to see it. Finally though someone
I felt a kinship with, someone who had been where I was showed me the glory in
the discovery and how much better my life could be after. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My
mantra, like me contains a duality. It doesn’t mean just one thing to me, it
has two faces, the one that everyone else sees and the one that I adapted it to
mean for me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien (via
Gandalf in LotR)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
first meaning which I believe to me the more common interpretation (although
put into my own words) is that not all things are as they appear, just because
someone wanders off of their path, or strikes out into a new directions that
does mean they are lost. They may appear lost, but really they may be on a
short cut, an exploration mission and venturing into new and unknown territory
with purpose.&amp;nbsp; In this way I remember
that wandering is sometimes okay, and that just because of stray off my path or
look to new directions does not mean I am lost or in trouble. If you never look
around or wander off the path you will never know what adventures could have
been in store for you. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
interpretation I made up to my own needs is to remember that just because
someone is wandering around looking lost does not mean they need me to guide
them or give them direction. Even sometimes those that are truly lost must find
their own way, for if we try to guide them before they are ready they will
never find their own true path. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although
I find both meanings to be very important the second is the one I remind myself
of most often. Too many times in the past I have tried to drag others onto the
path, to help them see only to waste my time and even possibly delay their own
realization. When we try to help those who are not ready we not only waste our
time, but we hinder them for if we always try to drag or carry them they will
never learn to walk on their own. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Until I
can control my own urges to drag and carry others with me I must focus on my
own path, one that although I have been traveling it, I have been going much
slower than I should because of my own selfish desire to feel needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/166396909059962930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/lost-along-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/166396909059962930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/166396909059962930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/lost-along-path.html' title='Lost Along the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQNSxe7wZwlwRYURlGH4L-4YtTn-UNH1P1fSCU7_sktt3Tm8fVF9nnIcrE5aP7xgYZUoncjey8J5kkrDu4cvo9makttkoodt8ekP2n_gZOLYRarw6EFkovTo2-OQLNlKKjhqz_kCbSoM/s72-c/Wander+or+Lost.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-2056021558713409700</id><published>2012-07-03T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T19:23:27.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigators on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
My journey on the path as of late has been a leisurely
stroll. I continue but I am taking my time to enjoy the beauty that surrounds
me and to reflect on the choices I have made, the things I have seen and the
people that have influenced me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I
recently started off into a set direction but still I can see through the trees
the other path I considered and it taunts me. Did I choose the right direction;
should I stop thinking about it and pick up my pace? All of this has lead me to
think back to what dictates the directions we take on our path and I find
myself once again thinking about Navigators*. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Navigators
are the people in your life who offer directions to you as you travel on your
path. Usually a Navigator is someone who cares for you and who believes they
know what is best for you. However, this is not always the case. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although
it is not a common occurrence there are those out there who would purposely
mislead someone. These people are usually easy to spot and avoid, the real
problem is the Navigators who believe they are telling you which way is best,
but their inner compass** is not aligned with yours. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all
have an inner compass that directs us, but most often we cannot sense which way
it is telling us to go because of the chaos and distractions in life. It is
also common for people to not even realize that the answers can be found
within; they do not realize they even have an inner compass that is shouting
from within the real direction they need to take. This is why it is so much
easier to take the advice of a Navigator.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Very
few inner compasses share the same true north and many have not even settled on
a direction as north, but bounce around from one direction to another. &amp;nbsp;This makes it very difficult to find a Navigator
that and can lead you into the right direction. Not only must they really care
for you and have your best interest at heart but they must also have an inner
compass that is closely aligned with your own. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When we
are lucky enough to find a True Navigator*** we often don’t even realize it
because we do not recognize that their compass is so close to our own. The
solution sounds simple but of course like all things is much harder to achieve.
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
solution is also one of the most important and most overlooked steps on our
journey. It is to find, define and become comfortable with our own inner
compass. Once we have accomplished this we can easily find the True Navigators
and can make decisions on and about our path with much greater ease. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_KBQR20E1y7FQjfPALeao5EcrqUNFxzEEiZTstQDmgY47lsj9UVhLjrc_Km2vCgVvfBa4BZ1uCkCWg-oPzUTylAnNjCx0n3b_NODXZh6lb8mllferfcuqmWV3Vo8-MDI-hM0Z9qUnJY/s1600/Compass_on_Woods_Path.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_KBQR20E1y7FQjfPALeao5EcrqUNFxzEEiZTstQDmgY47lsj9UVhLjrc_Km2vCgVvfBa4BZ1uCkCWg-oPzUTylAnNjCx0n3b_NODXZh6lb8mllferfcuqmWV3Vo8-MDI-hM0Z9qUnJY/s320/Compass_on_Woods_Path.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Image source:&amp;nbsp;http://69.93.196.216/~worklife/images/Compass_on_Woods_Path.jpg,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.worklifebalancesolutions.com.au/&quot;&gt;http://www.worklifebalancesolutions.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A topic
of such importance deserves more attention than I can give it at this moment
for my mental fog is falling back into place and I have remembered that I chose
this path for a reason. I pick up my pace a bit and put a mental post it up to
return to the thoughts on how to tune your inner compass. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;*Navigators are people in
your life, often those you care for, that make suggestions to you of the
possibilities that may lie ahead on your path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;**Inner Compass is what
directs us on our path and in our lives. It tells us what is right and what is
wrong for us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;***True Navigators are
people in our lives whose inner compass is closely aligned with ours and who
care a great deal for you. These Navigators can help you see where you need to
go and would never lead you astray.&amp;nbsp; They
are a rare and precious gift. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Most important to is follow your inner compass, take the
time to get to know your compass, to settle down away from the chaos on the
path so that you can actually feel where your true north is! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/2056021558713409700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/navigators-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2056021558713409700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2056021558713409700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/navigators-on-path.html' title='Navigators on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_KBQR20E1y7FQjfPALeao5EcrqUNFxzEEiZTstQDmgY47lsj9UVhLjrc_Km2vCgVvfBa4BZ1uCkCWg-oPzUTylAnNjCx0n3b_NODXZh6lb8mllferfcuqmWV3Vo8-MDI-hM0Z9qUnJY/s72-c/Compass_on_Woods_Path.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-2726325280996071767</id><published>2012-07-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T19:26:28.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Disease on the path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Today as I walk down my path I feel the all too familiar
anger and frustration building. This happens sometimes, it almost seems like a
cycle. As I feel the emotions build I break into a sprint hoping it will help
to relieve some of the stress these emotions are causing. I always to try to
figure out the cause of my feelings, especially when I find my mind in this
dark place, so as I jog along I think. My mind is racing faster than I am and I
come up with several possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I
increase my speed as if I can run away from my problems, or perhaps speed up my
thought process with my physical speed. I come to a sudden stop gasping for
breath, I hunch over and hold my knees feeling a bit light headed. I wish I
just didn’t care, that would make life so much easier. ..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have
had this thought before and I have in the past realized that some people would
say I care too much, try to help too much, to make a difference. It’s not
something I can change though, and even if I could I doubt I would. It is one
of the things I love about myself and part of what I believe makes me a good
person. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It hits
me like a boulder all of a sudden. The cause of my turmoil is not only that I
care so much, it’s that so many people today don’t care. They don’t care about
the effect their words or actions have on others, on the planet or even their
own future. There are of course many different strains of don’tgiveashititis.
Some people do care about themselves but not for others or the world at large
and some are the opposite, devoting their entire life to the betterment of
others and the world and the expense of their own future and well being. The
difference at least in these two extremes is that the latter of the two is not
blind. They can see that what they do has an effect on others and therefore
they devote themselves to making the world a better place. To me this seems the
least offensive and even somewhat noble. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To me
don’tgiveashititis is the biggest problem in our modern society, the strains
that occur with blindness being the worst. People no longer think about the
cause and effect of their actions they seek only pleasure and immediate
gratification at that. They don’t care if they are going to cause stress,
misery or leave an inhospitable planet to others. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
scary part about this realization is that you see it everywhere you go. From
CEO’s, to politicians (assuming there is a difference between those two), to
the angry lady at the pharmacy spitting venomous anger everywhere she goes.
Most people will encounter many of the infected as they travel their path. The
blind ones will be stumbling and pumping into things not even realizing they
are on a path.&amp;nbsp; Those of you who are
caring people may often find yourselves trying to help the infected but I must
warn you, the only ones who can find the cure are the infected for it is found
within them. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLAhMUFzS1UoBl5047rP0o0Z4QDUCSRm_pubfiqlwaTOr7Orz4yDoKAGLJ35VpGRvZpZ5KLZVK0okZknAMBtJVQDLQlQBVVR3-eWX02ZaJlrOi73NRshPbhspisdp2iucO5G5WzscXS8/s1600/social+disease.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLAhMUFzS1UoBl5047rP0o0Z4QDUCSRm_pubfiqlwaTOr7Orz4yDoKAGLJ35VpGRvZpZ5KLZVK0okZknAMBtJVQDLQlQBVVR3-eWX02ZaJlrOi73NRshPbhspisdp2iucO5G5WzscXS8/s320/social+disease.jpg&quot; width=&quot;261&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Image Sources:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy&quot;&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8800/8800-h/8800-h.htm&quot;&gt;http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8800/8800-h/8800-h.htm&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)&quot;&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.all-art.org/early_renaissance/dante1.html&quot;&gt;http://www.all-art.org/early_renaissance/dante1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Caring
and the gift of sight alone make traveling our paths quite difficult at times. The
infected stumbling in and out of our path tempting us to try and help those who
can only help themselves makes it even more difficult.&amp;nbsp; Each of us must make our own decisions just
as we must make and follow our paths alone, just remember there is only so much
you can do for those infected with don’tgiveashititis and because of the nature
of the disease they are likely to bring you stress and heartache. Despite the
sadness it brings knowing they will never see the true beauty and happiness
that can be found on the path sometimes it is best to let them stumble along,
leaving us with nothing to do but hope they will someday look within to find
their cure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/2726325280996071767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/social-disease-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2726325280996071767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2726325280996071767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/social-disease-on-path.html' title='Social Disease on the path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPLAhMUFzS1UoBl5047rP0o0Z4QDUCSRm_pubfiqlwaTOr7Orz4yDoKAGLJ35VpGRvZpZ5KLZVK0okZknAMBtJVQDLQlQBVVR3-eWX02ZaJlrOi73NRshPbhspisdp2iucO5G5WzscXS8/s72-c/social+disease.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-6206228672459999517</id><published>2012-07-03T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T18:01:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burden’s on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
As I walk along my path today I am getting very weak and
tired. I am carrying far too much luggage and not all of it is my own. I know I
have had this problem for a while, and every time I think I have dealt with it
and set down some luggage, I always end up picking up more just down the road a
bit.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;It is an age old
problem and I know I am not the first nor will I be the last to struggle with
it.&amp;nbsp; This burden is not my own, but yet I
take it on as if it is. A lesson I keep trying to learn is that I am only
responsible for myself; we all are (with the exception of parents with &lt;b&gt;young&lt;/b&gt; children).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Taking responsibility
for others and carrying their luggage for them, stunts their own personal
growth and keeps them from building up their own strength so that they can
easily carry their own baggage. It is a simple thing to realize this, to
understand it, but it is much more difficult to break the habit. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I see a large log ahead and decide to take a rest and this
time as I do, I unload all of this baggage onto the ground. Usually when I stop
to rest I leave it all on thinking it would be too much work to load myself
back up, but this time I will not be picking it all back up. As I sit here now
without the baggage I have carried so long, I realize how amazing it feels to
be without it. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
So much of my journey down this path has been prolonged
because of the weight I have been carrying. And so many times I have had to
stop to pick up more, re-arrange them and tend to them instead of making the progress
in my journey that I should have been. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
One of the hardest things to accept is that I alone am to
blame. These people did not ask me to carry their bags, I volunteered, I did
this to myself. The next logical question is why? Why would I do such a thing,
taking on so much that it slows my own journey when most of the people did not
even ask for my help? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
In my heart I want to answer that I did it out of the
kindness of my heart because I want to help others even if it means sacrificing
my own progress, but this cannot be true. If it were the truth then why do I
continue to struggle with walking burden free when I know it is what is best
for those whose luggage I want to carry? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The answer I have found is not an easy one for me to admit,
and this leads me to believe it must be the truth. When I take on the burden
for others and make them my responsibility I am putting myself in a position of
power at the center of their universe. It is an egotistical power play in which
I make myself more important in their universe than I should be, for now I have
their luggage and if they need it or any of its contents they must come to me.
I am in fact making them unhealthy, for I have always said it is unhealthy to
feel as if you NEED someone else, yet I am forcing them to need me.&amp;nbsp; I am again making myself my own worst enemy. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA4RXCuau3gC6ogsGNKFsVvLSViX9llWLBuOlG8iPJc7PExSWktjwpcLgcjbXt-LVKrVIP-LbAzXBSdx0qd2IkJcWmnr0seGZyY2VJkEMmLIW_JG5CHU4pCGEpUapqNAfhHv6lzLZfOU/s1600/tips-on-travelling-light-carry-on-baggage-pack-backpack-suitcase.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA4RXCuau3gC6ogsGNKFsVvLSViX9llWLBuOlG8iPJc7PExSWktjwpcLgcjbXt-LVKrVIP-LbAzXBSdx0qd2IkJcWmnr0seGZyY2VJkEMmLIW_JG5CHU4pCGEpUapqNAfhHv6lzLZfOU/s320/tips-on-travelling-light-carry-on-baggage-pack-backpack-suitcase.jpg&quot; width=&quot;312&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
This realization makes me a bit melancholy for perhaps I am
not quiet the pure hearted person I thought I was, but yet it also gives me
hope. Now that I have discovered the true source and realized how it goes
against my own logic and morals perhaps I can successfully change my ways and
begin to make more progress on my own path while at the same time truly helping
those that I was fooled myself into believing I was helping all along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/6206228672459999517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/burdens-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/6206228672459999517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/6206228672459999517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/07/burdens-on-path.html' title='Burden’s on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA4RXCuau3gC6ogsGNKFsVvLSViX9llWLBuOlG8iPJc7PExSWktjwpcLgcjbXt-LVKrVIP-LbAzXBSdx0qd2IkJcWmnr0seGZyY2VJkEMmLIW_JG5CHU4pCGEpUapqNAfhHv6lzLZfOU/s72-c/tips-on-travelling-light-carry-on-baggage-pack-backpack-suitcase.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-3891904206520395862</id><published>2012-06-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T13:58:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialism on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4QC-tCukZZL_HSR7C8bfA_mOtXRUMBYib6s-9UzCxate9i5fpIVUEKnK4g-homZdNnz7kXGOuDmJiOBBTYcWAiUpnW4I9A1ifPRfjc-6RoNt7m0e4V8AnxhowM7ea0NFCIeVhkMrHH0/s1600/materialism+path.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4QC-tCukZZL_HSR7C8bfA_mOtXRUMBYib6s-9UzCxate9i5fpIVUEKnK4g-homZdNnz7kXGOuDmJiOBBTYcWAiUpnW4I9A1ifPRfjc-6RoNt7m0e4V8AnxhowM7ea0NFCIeVhkMrHH0/s320/materialism+path.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As I meander
my way down my path today I find myself thinking about how things have changed
and the effects these changes have on society. I recently came across a quote
etched into a tree that read “People are made to be Loved and Things are made
to be Used. There is so much confusion in this World because People are being
Used and Things are being Loved.” I see a lot of truth in this statement and it
worries me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When I look
around at all the people I know, I see too many that put a higher value on the
things they own than on the people around them. I wonder why this is, and how
it happened and a startling thought occurs to me. Perhaps people put their love
into objects because they have been hurt too often by the people around them.
Maybe their solution to being hurt by other people was to invest their love
into something that could not stab them in the back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This
realization is even sadder than the original problem. How can you convince
people to put their love into something that is bound to hurt them instead of a
material object that could possible outlive them and never cause them any pain?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Although I
know the answer, and it seems simple enough, the solution is not so easily
realized. People who value material objects over people, do not even
necessarily realize their reasons for doing so, and if they were faced with it
would not see the logic in my answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I believe
that loving and trusting in someone is an investment, and like an investment,
you may lose what you put into it, but you may also earn more than you ever
imagined. In life some people will be losers and never return the love you
invest in them, but ultimately you tried, and took the risk. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; When you
invest your love into an object you can NEVER get anything more than you put
into it. It will never bring you anymore happiness then the day you first laid
eyes on it, and it will never love you back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I pause on
my path and decide to act on my own revelations, actions speak louder than
words. I am going to empty out my pack and only return items I need, or that I
love because they remind me of a person who has been a win for me and returned
my love. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It is
important to periodically take stock of what we have and what we value to make
sure we are not wasting our investments. Never dwell on the losers you have
encountered, no matter how many there have been, remember the winners and all
the love and happiness they have brought to your life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/3891904206520395862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/materialism-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/3891904206520395862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/3891904206520395862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/materialism-on-path.html' title='Materialism on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4QC-tCukZZL_HSR7C8bfA_mOtXRUMBYib6s-9UzCxate9i5fpIVUEKnK4g-homZdNnz7kXGOuDmJiOBBTYcWAiUpnW4I9A1ifPRfjc-6RoNt7m0e4V8AnxhowM7ea0NFCIeVhkMrHH0/s72-c/materialism+path.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-822469932852839087</id><published>2012-06-27T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T13:56:13.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The rain pours down today as I stroll down my path. The
clouds seem to be stalking me, and I can’t remember the last time I have seen
the sun.&amp;nbsp; This weather makes it hard to
keep going, but I know I must. We all experience all kinds of weather as we
travel along our paths, and sometimes we must fight to keep going through the
storm. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It helps when I remind myself I am not the only one caught
in the rain. On occasion when I come across another traveler who appears
defeated by the storm I try to offer them some comfort and encouragement.
Perhaps they sit by my fire, or accept a few words, and that is enough to bring
a little internal sunlight to my day. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Too often we forget that we are not alone in our struggles
to get through the many storms that pass us on the path. &amp;nbsp;And we take for granted how easily we can ease
the struggles of others, if only for moment. How a simple gesture can bring
sunshine to others. Perhaps it is because we do not show our appreciation to
others when they do the same for us, or we are too wrapped up in our own self
pity to let their sun brighten our day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeg2ZI_RYT2rBZdEGleB4BG566szkD796fhRCwwKMzSvwebBf6hYYMiPPzzD7uBxcEsmI2bR2-YG2s8srIcmM6IAiqDCdymj61i9lZKhKFqQU7h8qJYTEhxIjTmvY9d7V9UETjlVQjozc/s1600/rainy+days.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeg2ZI_RYT2rBZdEGleB4BG566szkD796fhRCwwKMzSvwebBf6hYYMiPPzzD7uBxcEsmI2bR2-YG2s8srIcmM6IAiqDCdymj61i9lZKhKFqQU7h8qJYTEhxIjTmvY9d7V9UETjlVQjozc/s320/rainy+days.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sometimes the bad weather makes it hard for us to see where
we are going, or which direction we should be headed in. Often this is when we
need our Navigators* most, but are least likely to seek their direction and
least likely to accept it. I remind myself as I take shelter under a tree, to
listen to my Navigators and to push myself to seek their advice in times like
these. I know I cannot rest too long under the shelter of this tree, that is
perhaps the first advice a navigator would give me, but just for now, for a
moment I take a breather. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;*Navigators are people in your
life that make suggestions to you of the possibilities that may lie ahead on
your path, often offering direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/822469932852839087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/rainy-days-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/822469932852839087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/822469932852839087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/rainy-days-on-path.html' title='Rainy Days on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeg2ZI_RYT2rBZdEGleB4BG566szkD796fhRCwwKMzSvwebBf6hYYMiPPzzD7uBxcEsmI2bR2-YG2s8srIcmM6IAiqDCdymj61i9lZKhKFqQU7h8qJYTEhxIjTmvY9d7V9UETjlVQjozc/s72-c/rainy+days.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-8410557228120523211</id><published>2012-06-27T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T13:54:56.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecision on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
There are many things in life that
distract us and keep us from fulfilling our true potential, reaching our
ultimate goals. As I slowly stroll down my path today, I am as indecisive as
ever, and I think of how this indecision holds me back and distracts me from
what could be. This is a problem I have faced over and over again on this long
and winding path, making a decision, choosing a new fork in the road, forging a
new path. How can we ever be sure that&amp;nbsp; a
decision we make is the right one, how can we know that when we drive forward
and venture into new territory that we are not missing out on the way we really
should have gone? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
The truth is we can never really be
sure, and that we must have faith in ourselves, and whatever higher power we
choose to believe or not believe in to lead us in the right direction. I
suppose my lack of faith is part of my problem.&amp;nbsp;
I see so many possibilities ahead of me, there are so many ways to move
forward, and all seem like they will lead to great places, but how do I know which
one is the best?&amp;nbsp; The thing that really
holds me back is a common cause of paralysis, and that is fear. Fear of missing
out, fear of getting lost, and the ever present all encompassing fear of the
unknown. &amp;nbsp;I know I must make a decision,
because even now I may be passing up the detour, or the hidden trail, that
could lead to the best adventure of all. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
I stop and sit on grass under a
tall oak tree to think.&amp;nbsp; My knees drawn
up and my head in my hands, I feel I am already lost. I know there are others near
and I could follow them, but I have never been one to follow in the footsteps
of others, I like to make my own path. I think back on the suggestions and
possible new paths that have been pointed out to me by some of the navigators*
in my life, and I considered the places I imagined these paths leading to. Of
course I cannot know for sure where they will lead me, but I would be going
somewhere. I wish that I could take multiple paths, but I know dreaming of the
impossible is just another distraction.&amp;nbsp;
I need to concentrate and decide, make a decision, before it is too
late. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAAY7VroyczOarTE_nyzMISdG9quslvwaQ824EEfRmZkT33ERt341xiqOdNBO6FRMgoDpgY-34m5zhXd_Ta4Auf8Km5w9h3E4DkS1UTP9duajvwrtU29D2BXQrSmYFU9Oqmec5QvKFm4/s1600/fork-in-the-road_300.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAAY7VroyczOarTE_nyzMISdG9quslvwaQ824EEfRmZkT33ERt341xiqOdNBO6FRMgoDpgY-34m5zhXd_Ta4Auf8Km5w9h3E4DkS1UTP9duajvwrtU29D2BXQrSmYFU9Oqmec5QvKFm4/s320/fork-in-the-road_300.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
My biggest fear of all, is letting
the fear and other distractions get the better of me and aimlessly wandering
this path until the journey ends. To make the wrong decision is better than
making no decision at all and squandering all the time I have to explore this
beautiful place and leave my mark, would be the biggest mistake of all! I
suppose any path I choose, I will wonder what could have been on the others
that I chose not to create, but that is the way of the world. I cannot be all
knowing and if I were it would only remove the fun from journey.&amp;nbsp; I stand and return to the beaten path, but I
know I must soon forge my own way, make my move, my life altering decision
because to have made my own path, whether it was the best possible or not, is
still better than wandering eternally on the well beaten path, and ending my
journey without ever knowing any of the possibilities that could have been.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
*Navigators are people in your
life, often those you care for, that make suggestions to you of the
possibilities that may lie ahead on your path. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/8410557228120523211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/indecision-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/8410557228120523211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/8410557228120523211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/indecision-on-path.html' title='Indecision on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAAY7VroyczOarTE_nyzMISdG9quslvwaQ824EEfRmZkT33ERt341xiqOdNBO6FRMgoDpgY-34m5zhXd_Ta4Auf8Km5w9h3E4DkS1UTP9duajvwrtU29D2BXQrSmYFU9Oqmec5QvKFm4/s72-c/fork-in-the-road_300.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-2829367065196350995</id><published>2012-06-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T13:49:00.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Peace on the Path: Learning to Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
As I meander down the path today I
am thinking about all my fellow travelers who suffer from overwhelming stress
and deep depression.&amp;nbsp; I began to consider
how I could assist them and help them find peace on their path.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
As I pondered I realized that, the path
to inner peace and happiness begins with letting go, and that the key skill to
learn to achieve happiness is releasing negative thoughts and emotions!&amp;nbsp; Everyone holds on to things that should just
be let go; bad memories, anger, worries and lost loves. All of the pent up
negative feelings and emotions rot us from the inside out and can make us and
everyone around us miserable. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
Having come up with a solution I
feel my steps lighten and my smile brighten, the trees on my path seem greener
and I believe the birds are serenading me.&amp;nbsp;
I wonder why has no one ever thought of this before, everyone could be
so happy.&amp;nbsp; Then I stop suddenly,
realizing what I thought was the answer is only the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
To say that you need to release all
of the negative thoughts and emotions is easy, but how do you accomplish this,
and more difficult yet, how do you teach someone else to do it? For very few it
is simply that easy, realizing what to do, and then they can do it, but for
most there is much more work involved. Those with the longest road ahead of
them are those who are barricaded by fear.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
Fear is one of the first obstacles
most people face when they try to release all the negativity that holds them back.
Fear of the unknown (happiness), fear of being taken advantage of once you have
let so much go, and fear of losing the security blanket of anger, sadness and
inner turmoil. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
It is easy to see how someone who
has never known what it feels like to release the black cloud of negativity
would be afraid to lose it. Many people are conditioned into living with it as
if it were a part of them and they believe (and sometimes others as well) that
it is just who they are, they are just inherently angry and miserable. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These are the people who have the most
difficulty learning to release, because in their mind releasing all the
negativity would be changing who they are at their core, and they have the
longest path to travel before they reach the peaceful path but there is still
hope even for these hardcore haters and sanctimoniously sad souls.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
I look around again at my path and
the forest that surrounds it, and although I have been standing still I feel I
have made some progress. My thoughts and ideas have not yet lightened the
burdens of those around me, but I suppose if it were that easy someone would
have figured it all out by now, and sadness and anger would be a rare
occurrence rather than the norm. I continue down my path again and release
these thoughts for now to you dearest readers. I too must not hold on to
negative thoughts and frustration at not finding a solution is a negative
thought, so far now I let it go, but will return with more positivity later. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrQoUsmbSh3SUh4kDicgL0AipxeY7Hoc_YArB1dfsXVOxdf5N4xoNqhoFqkxDilyiJJHoLSit0X0p2rdZp7kcQX6BR3zp7h2oAevxeCh84MulTuA0GmwVcxpNnDG6Fwhh3kFXZx7hjzM/s1600/letting-go-by-admitchell08.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrQoUsmbSh3SUh4kDicgL0AipxeY7Hoc_YArB1dfsXVOxdf5N4xoNqhoFqkxDilyiJJHoLSit0X0p2rdZp7kcQX6BR3zp7h2oAevxeCh84MulTuA0GmwVcxpNnDG6Fwhh3kFXZx7hjzM/s320/letting-go-by-admitchell08.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/2829367065196350995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/finding-peace-on-path-learning-to-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2829367065196350995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2829367065196350995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/finding-peace-on-path-learning-to-let.html' title='Finding Peace on the Path: Learning to Let Go'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrQoUsmbSh3SUh4kDicgL0AipxeY7Hoc_YArB1dfsXVOxdf5N4xoNqhoFqkxDilyiJJHoLSit0X0p2rdZp7kcQX6BR3zp7h2oAevxeCh84MulTuA0GmwVcxpNnDG6Fwhh3kFXZx7hjzM/s72-c/letting-go-by-admitchell08.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-886224653484150052</id><published>2012-06-13T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:51:18.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlMPHfNRQa2x-RI7579TAcPO1KoQKtQfIVcK_yfHE4yOJ-hZSvlnPorzU5FgM4-TwQwaz5U4GECXFH15qcJ2iwKjN1Xy2Usr4YeFQxcpWUDzUzNpa8ChD-CDLtRz1h5SOiuPtGv2YF44/s1600/reflection.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlMPHfNRQa2x-RI7579TAcPO1KoQKtQfIVcK_yfHE4yOJ-hZSvlnPorzU5FgM4-TwQwaz5U4GECXFH15qcJ2iwKjN1Xy2Usr4YeFQxcpWUDzUzNpa8ChD-CDLtRz1h5SOiuPtGv2YF44/s320/reflection.jpg&quot; width=&quot;242&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
November 7, 2009&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As I travel down the familiar path
today, the one I have traveled my whole life, I find myself lost in reflections
of the past.&amp;nbsp; In particular I’m thinking
back to the most difficult period of my life, the time when I seemed to have
forgotten my journey and even forgot myself.&amp;nbsp;
Looking back now, after having come so far, it all seems surreal. Was
that really me self medicating with alcohol? Was it me who was lost and
confused and could not handle a life in which my future was not all planned out
for me anymore? It all seems like a memory of a movie I watched, not a life I
lived. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I have come so far in two years, yet
I still have a long way to go. Because of my time away from the path, hiding in
the bottom of endless bottles, I now have so much more work to do. I have only
recently returned to this path, and there has been a lot of work to do as I
returned. I am often overwhelmed by all that lies before me, how can I have
come so far yet still have so far to go? Even in the short time since I
remembered there was a path that I was supposed to be traveling, I have managed
to see and meld together the many aspects that are me. It sounds like a simple
thing, but for the first time in my life, in my journey, I have managed to
balance all of the competing characteristics that make up who I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As I stroll down this path and see
the upcoming fork in the road, this brings me comfort. I see ahead a lot of
work to be done and tough decisions to make, but knowing I am finally whole and
in balance brings me peace and comfort. I still fear the decisions I face,
picking a path to take in the fork frightens me, I want to make the right
choice, I fear having to turn back and wasting time, but I am much more at ease
over the decision than I have been in a long time. &amp;nbsp;I now believe that it is true that after the
storm there is often a beautiful calm and peace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There has been so much chaos among
the people around my path that I have taken a lot of my path alone lately, and
I think it was necessary to allow me time to reflect and think without so many
outside influences. It is important to have people you love and to allow them
to help you on your path, but when it comes down to it only you can make the
right decisions for you, and only you can truly create your path.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/886224653484150052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/reflections-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/886224653484150052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/886224653484150052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/reflections-on-path.html' title='Reflections on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFlMPHfNRQa2x-RI7579TAcPO1KoQKtQfIVcK_yfHE4yOJ-hZSvlnPorzU5FgM4-TwQwaz5U4GECXFH15qcJ2iwKjN1Xy2Usr4YeFQxcpWUDzUzNpa8ChD-CDLtRz1h5SOiuPtGv2YF44/s72-c/reflection.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-7320715465998407026</id><published>2012-06-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:39:10.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad things on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;August 17, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As we travel along our path we witness and experience many
bad things. The bad things often come in the form of diseases or illness that
people develop or catch, sometimes accidents happen and injure or kill people,
and sometimes other people inflict bad things upon each other. Regardless of
the form a bad thing takes, they are always difficult to deal with and often
seem to happen to good people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;In fact some of the best people live lives filled with pain,
suffering and agony. It is not these events but how we react to them that
define us. Many good people face one bad thing after another, and it leaves
many feeling guilty, as if they must have done something wrong to deserve the
suffering. But I believe bad things are mostly a random occurrence and no
matter how you live your life bad things can always find you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqE4jNQkwdTmJKVHsSvsQs0TvYoFbP4TXu6gHCHMOCtzLgLaewgehK-_3Y7tNhoIzwvsiF6lqcSq7cedDF76haeIpoug3ah_3R84Nib4RBOxCYFkK_hU7UIHDoy-xaTqs-IuhChX6lV_Y/s1600/pathway.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;236&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqE4jNQkwdTmJKVHsSvsQs0TvYoFbP4TXu6gHCHMOCtzLgLaewgehK-_3Y7tNhoIzwvsiF6lqcSq7cedDF76haeIpoug3ah_3R84Nib4RBOxCYFkK_hU7UIHDoy-xaTqs-IuhChX6lV_Y/s320/pathway.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When bad things happen and especially when they seem to
happen repeatedly it is hard to fight the feelings of guilt and frustration. It
is easy to think you must have done something wrong to deserve all this pain
and suffering. You must remain strong and have faith in yourself and believe
that you are a good person and that bad things are random occurrences. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;To believe that bad things happen as punishment is to believe
that you are guilty. To give in and start believing you deserve it is to give
up. Giving up only makes things worse and makes you feel worse. When you have
given up and are feeling bad you become more vulnerable to bad things and even
little problems begin to look like huge problems. To never give up regardless
of how bad things get is to show true strength and faith in self.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There are bad things that we bring upon ourselves. Some
habits and situations that we put ourselves in increase our risk for bad
things. Sometimes we expose ourselves to risk factors without even knowing it
and other times we knowingly make ourselves more vulnerable. Even when we
knowingly increase our chances for bad things to happen there is still chance
at play. Not everyone who smokes develops caner, not everyone who drives while
intoxicated plows into a family of five, there still is no telling when or
where bad things will happen. We must control the things we can to reduce our
risk and not let our faith in ourselves slip. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“Never give in, never give up and never let anyone or anything
make you believe you are not a good person.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/7320715465998407026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/bad-things-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/7320715465998407026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/7320715465998407026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/bad-things-on-path.html' title='Bad things on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqE4jNQkwdTmJKVHsSvsQs0TvYoFbP4TXu6gHCHMOCtzLgLaewgehK-_3Y7tNhoIzwvsiF6lqcSq7cedDF76haeIpoug3ah_3R84Nib4RBOxCYFkK_hU7UIHDoy-xaTqs-IuhChX6lV_Y/s72-c/pathway.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-2817322792888030843</id><published>2012-06-13T20:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:36:45.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8rzYo-wdEwDR076X0jGH4lk40R5o_i4GtqeGBgYDXh6zX4v8u83Z6h4QRRoDNjvtADFkoeOLjmGgKSf6jv0xnUyOkXmiR1sMOXGVuKvlPo6kR-4SvMgvDlVfJjwjb9FIYcOizuYLXdI/s1600/Forest_Fire_the_Morning_After.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8rzYo-wdEwDR076X0jGH4lk40R5o_i4GtqeGBgYDXh6zX4v8u83Z6h4QRRoDNjvtADFkoeOLjmGgKSf6jv0xnUyOkXmiR1sMOXGVuKvlPo6kR-4SvMgvDlVfJjwjb9FIYcOizuYLXdI/s320/Forest_Fire_the_Morning_After.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
The path we all travel is treacherous;
there are many dangers and obstacles along the way.&amp;nbsp; There are many things lurking in the shadows
that will hurt us if we are not careful, and some of them we cannot prevent.
Many times we are injured along the path, and must fight through the pain to
continue on our journey. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
Today as I follow my path I am
reminiscing about a forest fire that happened on my path a few years ago. It
was a frightening time and it totally changed the course of my path, and the
forest around it. Before the fire I had my path all mapped out, there were of
course bumps and hills along the way I had not anticipated and I am sure there
would have been more to come, but I knew where my path was leading; the
destination was known. Major disasters, like a forest fire, can change the course
of one’s path, and often changes the destination sometimes leaving it unknown. Change
is always scary but a major change such as inflicted by a forest fire can
really make you want to run and hide and never return to your path.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&amp;nbsp;
I am ashamed to admit that I did run from the fire, I wish I had been
brave and strong enough of character to continue walking through the fire, but
like so many others I turned and ran. The fire brought chaos to what is
normally a peaceful path, and as it raged on I hid, far away. I stayed off of
the path for a long time, occasionally I would consider returning but I knew
the path had changed and that it would take a lot of work to clear the path of
all the debris and ash left behind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When
I finally got up the courage to return I found that the fire itself had burnt
out quickly but what it left behind I did not recognize and therefore feared. I
sat on a boulder for a long time, looking at the mess I had to clean up,
knowing what needed to be done but afraid of the blood, sweat and tears I knew
the clean up would cost me. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
Finally with the help of a few good
friends I began the tremendous task of clearing my path. You see while running
from the fire was a cowardly thing to do, some good did come from it. Before
the fire, I kept my path very secluded, it was peaceful but sometimes got
lonely, when I was in hiding I reacquainted with some old friends and made some
new ones, and now they often join me on my path.&amp;nbsp; While the fire was scary and the clean up
grueling and still ongoing as I rediscover my path and must clean up as I go,
it has now cleared away some of the forest and allowed me to choose new
directions. I can now choose where my path goes and what turns and detours I
take along the way. You see forest fires are sometimes necessary to clear the
way for new growth and to fertilize and renew the soil; which is the foundation
from which all things grow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
As I return from my thoughts,
walking still on my new path, I look around and see friends in the distance,
only a shout away if I need them, and new growth all around me. I still do not
know where this new path is headed and in the distance I see more debris to
clean up, but I am no longer afraid. I am now excited to discover all this new
path may hold and to choose what directions it will take. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: .5in;&quot;&gt;
“Personal disasters are like forest
fires; they are sometimes necessary to clear the way for new growth and to
fertilize and renew the soil; which is the foundation from which all things
grow.”&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/2817322792888030843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/disaster-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2817322792888030843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/2817322792888030843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/disaster-on-path.html' title='Disaster on the Path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8rzYo-wdEwDR076X0jGH4lk40R5o_i4GtqeGBgYDXh6zX4v8u83Z6h4QRRoDNjvtADFkoeOLjmGgKSf6jv0xnUyOkXmiR1sMOXGVuKvlPo6kR-4SvMgvDlVfJjwjb9FIYcOizuYLXdI/s72-c/Forest_Fire_the_Morning_After.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-1183580935454913436</id><published>2012-06-13T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:35:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing my journey on the path</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
August 3, 2009&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
Today as I continued down the path
of self re-discovery I realized that again my feet were sore and aching. You
see I have not been wearing any shoes for a long while as I walk alone down my
path, and the pain is not new. But today I realized that I could wear shoes, I
knew I could before, but for some reason I thought the pain was a necessary
part of my journey. For some reason I thought I deserved the pain and therefore
I did not wear the shoes I always had. A friend along the path helped me see
that the pain was not adding anything to my journey and if anything it was only
prolonging it. So today I stopped and sat on a rock and put on my shoes,
realizing that we should all wear our shoes, regardless of what we may have
done wrong, we do not deserve the aching feet. With my shoes on, my feet
healing and my head now held high, my friend and I parted ways for now and each
continued on our own journeys. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWnBzz8eUpVjn7cxXahqvi84istaQnthRQrSUH7e45IiXf0Zo-N8jbCe7htTkASE_nKNlsxU5612obQmVwULucLSNDSq10RSw3tasI7rtJGiDhbuM9LjYcerEpYXr9oHiUMgvU5KSb_Q/s1600/feet.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWnBzz8eUpVjn7cxXahqvi84istaQnthRQrSUH7e45IiXf0Zo-N8jbCe7htTkASE_nKNlsxU5612obQmVwULucLSNDSq10RSw3tasI7rtJGiDhbuM9LjYcerEpYXr9oHiUMgvU5KSb_Q/s320/feet.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
If on your journey you find you are
dealing with something that is causing you pain, whether the fact you don’t
feel worthy of shoes, or you are carrying too much baggage, stop and think why
the pain is there. Take a break, sit on a stump and consider why you are in
pain and if there is anything you can do about it. If there is a resolution you
should take it, no one should suffer if they can help it. The path is long and
hard enough without the additional burden.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/1183580935454913436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/continuing-my-journey-on-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/1183580935454913436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/1183580935454913436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/continuing-my-journey-on-path.html' title='Continuing my journey on the path'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWnBzz8eUpVjn7cxXahqvi84istaQnthRQrSUH7e45IiXf0Zo-N8jbCe7htTkASE_nKNlsxU5612obQmVwULucLSNDSq10RSw3tasI7rtJGiDhbuM9LjYcerEpYXr9oHiUMgvU5KSb_Q/s72-c/feet.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5149362199783798289.post-1924250198488967829</id><published>2012-06-13T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T20:32:06.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path We All Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8fRSz1Qbe1Bu0i-4i4ksWNC6sPAEdyg0D1dm604CEcTzVrs5vhVRiOBZGFxxOOclDm5Kny5YraIN5pJgSt4qs_L7bbhGUUHlWIzVg_48tdsjq3THfUMzdDwki8rs9XPqvuuqBES57mo/s1600/path.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8fRSz1Qbe1Bu0i-4i4ksWNC6sPAEdyg0D1dm604CEcTzVrs5vhVRiOBZGFxxOOclDm5Kny5YraIN5pJgSt4qs_L7bbhGUUHlWIzVg_48tdsjq3THfUMzdDwki8rs9XPqvuuqBES57mo/s320/path.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;July 26, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;The
last several years have been rough, and I have found myself on a road not of
self discover but of re-inventing, rediscovering and melding of the many
aspects that have always been me. It is a long treacherous path, and it has
been hard at times to find my way. There are blockades, sharp twist and turns,
steep hills, and areas where the path is no longer visible. Adding to the
danger is the fact that this journey is not one only traveled in the light,
even in the dark we must stumble on. For some this voyage is never ending,
because they do not even realize what they are doing or where they are going,
they do not take time to reflect on what has happened or how they feel, they
simple go about life lost forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;As a child I was independent, mature beyond my
years, but yet very fun loving. When I was a teenager, I was carefree and
rebellious and as I found my first love and moved with him into adult hood, I
became responsible, organized and over achieving. All of these traits are a part
of me, none of them have left the core of who I am but some at times have been
ignored and even repressed. As an adult I repressed my carefree nature and
usually ignored my fun loving side, as a benefit I accomplished many things and
was seen by some as super woman, juggling more things at once than most would
even consider possible. But eventually I broke down, all work and no play
really does have negative side effects, when things in my life changed
drastically I could not cope, and the carefree, rebellious and fun loving
traits in me came crashing back with a vengeance. For a while I forgot about
the journey of self discovery and re-discovery that life really is and I lived
only for the moment with no thoughts of the future. Many times over the last few
years I have tried to find where I left off on the path, sometimes getting a
short way down the trail, before again neglecting my mission. Today I vow to
remain on the path and continue the voyage with renewed dedication and no
matter what lies ahead and what obstacles life puts in my way, I will continue
and do my best to inspire others to do the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 200%; text-indent: .5in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/feeds/1924250198488967829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/path-we-all-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/1924250198488967829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5149362199783798289/posts/default/1924250198488967829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pathessays.blogspot.com/2012/06/path-we-all-travel.html' title='The Path We All Travel'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15093413071239274735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8fRSz1Qbe1Bu0i-4i4ksWNC6sPAEdyg0D1dm604CEcTzVrs5vhVRiOBZGFxxOOclDm5Kny5YraIN5pJgSt4qs_L7bbhGUUHlWIzVg_48tdsjq3THfUMzdDwki8rs9XPqvuuqBES57mo/s72-c/path.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>