Following the wrong road?
By Klaus Döring
Which road do you take right now, my dear readers? Are you sure you’re on the right track?
Sometimes taking the “wrong road” opens opportunities to see things from different perspectives. And because we can never see all the possibilities along any path we choose, very often, a choice we consider to be right in the beginning turns out to be absolutely wrong in the end.
Even if the wrong choice is made in the beginning, the experiences that choice gives us — the feelings, the lessons, the skills — allow us to make better and better choices along the way so that we reconnect with the right road a bit later.
Many times, we compare our life with a path. We talk about “the way.” We describe a determined man as, “He’s on the right (or wrong?) track.” We go about our tracks, but we are reproved if we take a shortcut and not the path across a rice field. We learn that there are many ways of solving problems.
We also don’t want to stand in other people’s way. Sometimes, we prefer to keep out of someone’s way and plan to avoid getting in their way. Often, we try to find the golden middle course. Often — but not always. Sure, that’s life!
Many different ways have been offered to us throughout our lives. How can we choose the right and correct one? Which signs can be trusted blindly? These are urgent and vital questions for all of us and, especially during this time, more important than ever before.
In the past, traditions and customs were the paths we took. Nowadays, we make decisions and long for the correct path — mostly on our own. Are traditions and customs still important to us?
The German atomic physicist Werner Heisenberg (1901-1976) described it very impressively: “The man of today is like a ship’s captain. This ship is made out of iron. The compass needle is no longer able to show the northern direction, as expected, because of the ship’s inflexible iron body. You have one choice only: look up to the stars and study their guiding support!”
We’re all happy and proud when we have every need at our disposal. On the other hand, it only confuses our aims, goals, and objectives in life.
“I am the way” is NOT ONLY a traffic sign — or a shepherd without responsibility — or a religious founder who thinks that “only he is the right way if one follows him.”
HIS way is the only right way. Only His deeds colored our fates. Let’s keep our eyes open for the important signs on our way. Think about unselfish participation in the lives of others!
Do you show courage to uncover prejudice in your surroundings? Are you ready to help the unprotected and defenseless? Where is your struggle for freedom and justice, as well as your commitment to peace?
Most of all: Show and exercise love that does not calculate and count. Love without measurements, boundaries, and limits!
If you can share with others, you’ll know one day in the future that someone walked this way — earlier than you — and FOR YOU!
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