“I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”- (Robert Frost) The Road Not Taken
The above quote is the one I can relate to the most-at this point in my life.
I’m looking to others who have tread on before me as examples and for inspiration as I struggle to build confidence in myself as a writer; as a scribe who’s on a journey that could be considered spiritual in nature; as a journalist who’s risking much to share painful experiences, and bare thoughts and feelings to those willing to listen.
There will always be those who refuse to accept you for who you are, and for the things you stand for. These same people will be the first to criticize and ridicule you as a writer, and a person. And yeah, that hurts…a lot.
These are the times when I’d turn to the creative-minded individuals who’s gone on before me for strength and wisdom; to know that I am not alone in this battle is always a wonderful comfort, and to glean the motivation needed to keep traveling the path I’m on.
Someday, I hope to be strong and courageous enough to branch off, and blaze a new path for others to follow.
*This was a post I wrote for one of my other blogs, Whispering Shadows, and I feel compelled to share here as I’m still struggling with these same thoughts and feelings.
Do you ever get the feeling…no, it’s more than just a feeling, it’s almost a “knowing” or “gut instinct” about something? You keep trying to pursue certain paths in your life that just doesn’t quite “click,” but you’re not ready to admit to this so you keep fighting against this “knowing,” keep pushing down these same paths and whenever you meet minimal success, you somehow don’t feel completely content or fulfilled. That inner nagging is always there, telling you that these paths are not the right ones for you; but, you don’t want to listen. You want to do what you “want” to do, not because of some inner voice from an unseen place is telling you to. Over time, you begin to notice that the harder you fight against this “knowing” the more unsettled you begin to feel. You start to doubt your place in this world, your unique purpose in this life (whatever that may be). Misery and doubt begin to plague your every waking moment. You grow weary of the “whispers” that constantly follow you everywhere.
So, should I believe in destiny and fate then? Should I give in to these inner voices and go where they tell me to go? Would I then finally find lasting peace knowing that I’m doing what I was born to do?
Shouldn’t I be able to choose rather than have it chosen for me?