Finding your inner compass
I was chatting with a friend about mutual friends we have and who he is close to and who I am close with. He mentioned a friend of ours and shook his head – said he felt for her because she seems to have lost her inner compass. I agreed, but don’t know what the reason is for that. How come some people possess a fine inner compass and some don’t, while others need lots of help finding guideposts for living?
For us, the living, there are no answers in the back of the book. This is for certain. My list of life’s questions grows rather than shrinks with time. My inner compass leads me forward with conviction and certainty, and yet, I look at how vulnerable I allow myself to be and it gives me pause. It’s almost like I am a dumb beast of burden, I let people climb on board and I’ll go for miles and miles carrying that weight without entertaining alternatives – endurance being the singular skill. Now without a rider, I gallop, speed is my friend, yet I am still unsure of where I am going, just headlong into that next day, next moment, next something something? North, south, east or west?