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The Ridiculous to the Sublime

I have often thought of people and being on the "right path" in life.  Choices and how we live our lives and whether I am on my right path or even when I am not, how can I change it?  I live by that creed.   I have accepted it as so much a part of my life, I haven't been able to see that others don't see things the same way.

I have been judgmental of people who believed their path was the only path – as in the rest of us should be on it.  Such as with religions or politics or social issues.

Suddenly, today I saw that a new way.  What if people thinking their path is the only path is about them feeling like they have no choice.  They don't believe there is anything else they can do.  When a person is on a path because it is the only path they see for themselves, they often only see it for others.  

I am watching my family go through that right now.  I cannot convince anyone that they have a choice.  I can only watch and know that they do.  It gives a whole new angle to releasing my judgment.  I know what it feels like to believe you have to go a certain course because you feel like you don't have a choice.  And I know what it feels like for a crack of light to come in and you start to believe you do have a choice. 

My whole world opened up when I began to see that I have choices even if my automatic response is, "I wouldn't do that."  I can still see it is a choice.  And just knowing that I have choices and that I am making choices opens me up to seeing options that were invisible to me moments before. 


Taking responsibility for my choices and actions started out as a difficult task and now it is a joy.  It has given me a freedom from victimhood.  I have not recognized this truth or expressed the deep gratitude I have for knowing my own choices in a long time.  I am grateful and I know it has made a huge difference in the path of my life.  I am aware that I always have choices from the ridiculous to the sublime and somewhere in between is my path. 
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  1. Dennis TardanSeptember 27, 2015 at 12:10 PM

    I felt such a lifting of my heart when I read your latest blog post. I recommitted to knowing that I have a myriad of choices in my life, first and most importantly, what I chose to focus upon. My attitude is key and I will use it as the helm of my consciousness to point me toward the light. Thank you, Melissa. Keep blogging

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