What began as a casual walk during approaching dusk, turned into a Twilight Zone-esque episode. As a man jogged towards me, he asked, “Can you tell me where this path leads?” Taken off guard and totally perplexed, I shrugged my shoulders with my palms facing upwards at my sides. As he continued to jog by without missing a beat, I blurted out, “I don’t know how to answer that.” I blanked on the name of the cross street to which he headed, as I tried to wrap my mind around the almost disembodied question that floated towards me. I wondered if he even saw my physical response in the dim light, or heard my weak reply.
Am I on the Right Path?
As a Coach and as a Psychic Reader, I’m often asked, “Am I on the right path?” Let’s forget for the moment, that I can never answer that for another person. It would be irresponsible to even pretend to know.
If you have a goal in mind, you can ask if your current path is taking you closer to or farther from that goal. For instance, if you want to get a college degree, you have to apply to a college, get accepted, take courses and pass tests. You can always ask yourself if the goal is in alignment with who you are, but the path to the goal is clear. But, what if you haven’t identified a goal?
I think that, for many of us, tangible goals often elude us, and the path is only seen in retrospect. In the meantime, in the moment, during the process of living, we take a step, or a few steps at a time in a given direction, pause, and then take some more steps. When pausing, we may take stock and maybe recalibrate the direction. Where the path leads can only really be seen once you have reached a destination.
This process might not be as comfortable as knowing where we’re headed or what will happen once we get there, but that is life. We never really know what life has in store for us, even right around the corner. The best we can do is keep walking.
I also think there is no right or wrong path. There is only the path we take and you can never know where another would have led. Not really. That’s why regrets are sort of a waste of energy. They are grieving what might have been, “if only.” And “if only’s” are total speculation.