There never seems to be enough time.
I’d like to be able to scroll through facebook each day and
read all the interesting articles shared and follow all the conversations and
debates that go on – but there isn’t enough time.
But every once in a while, I run across one, no matter how
late, and I can’t hit the off button.
The thoughts or points made in a blog post and the comments after are so
entrancing that I have to read it in its entirety.
That happened last night.
I was ready to slip into bed and hopefully slip into peaceful slumber
when I checked my notifications. Someone
shared an interesting blog post that had some valid points to consider. As I read it, I could feel myself being
swayed to the author’s points one by one.
It seemed logical and some of the points hit me to the core. The sad thing - this author was in complete
opposition to the course that I had taken.
After reading the article, I quickly read the comments that
were associated with the blog as well as the share on facebook. The counter comments (supporting the choices
I had made) seemed weak and without solid basis. They were not moving or inspiring or logical
in the least. So I re-read the points in
the blog that seemed the most powerful as something to consider analyzing my
choice. Eventually I shut down the
devise for the night but it took a while for my mind to shut off.
As I lay in bed and again when I woke up this morning, I
considered the arguments I was a spectator to.
Was there merit in them? So many
different perspectives – could both solutions be right or is there an absolute
right for everyone? How does one
determine the truth of the matter when contradictory viewpoints both appear to
be in the right.
Then it occurred to me – Consider the source of my
dilemma. The points that logically
seemed to have merit, the source was through my logic, my reasoning, and
interestingly enough, motivated by my fear.
The points that seemed weak and poorly defended (again – the course I had
taken), the source was more of a feeling, an unexplained assurance that it was
right, and motivated by a trust that all things would work out for the best in
the end.
So here I had a Vulcan / Betazoid dilemma. Do I trust the logical right or do I trust the
feeling of right? The head or the heart?
The demon on my left shoulder or the angel on my right shoulder?
I suppose I could be wishy-washy and compromise both in a
never-ending balancing act or justify the one because of/in spite of the other,
but that seemed to be a cop-out and not a solution at all.
In the end, I’ve concluded that if the heart and head are at
opposition, I have to trust my heart.
Both can be flawed, but since I know the spirit of truth works more
through my feelings than through my understanding, I would rather err on the
side of hope and faith.
Regarding the points that hit to my core – I thank the
author of the blog for pointing out problem areas that need attention. But I’m going to stay the course – finish the
race – and fight the good fight, by persevering in what my heart tells me to be
right.
