Why Zig When You Can Zag?
first published 8/1/14
I never understood why some people had a hard time with change. Me? I changed myself all the time. I must have totally recreated myself half a dozen times in my life. I would just decide what I wanted to be, and then, work hard at becoming that person. It was more than just changing my career or changing where I lived or changing my relationships. It was changing the way I looked at the world. Changing what I let in and what I kept out. Changing what I accepted and what I fought against. Changing what I respected and what I despised. Changing the way I let the world change me.
Some people didn’t take me seriously; they said I was just trying to find myself but I knew I was never lost. Inside, I was always myself, unchanging. I simply wore these personae like costumes but my soul remained the same.
I was not looking to find a skin I felt comfortable in. I was seeking new experiences, new perspectives. I was attempting to live many lifetimes in one. There was something powerful about being able to recreate myself at will. I had no fear. I had no long-term attachments. I never promised permanence to anyone, although a few wanted it.
There were many who thought there was some kind of pathology to this. Who knows? Maybe there was. But I never felt I was running away from anything. I always felt as if I were running to something. I was not stumbling around in a wilderness. I was boldly exploring new lands!
I pitied those who remained on the same course for their entire lives. It was as if they were compelled to follow the trajectory they set out on. Most of the time, they weren’t even the one who set the trajectory in the first place. “Go to school, get a job, get married, have kids, raise them up, retire, sit on the porch.” What kid lies in bed at night, dreaming of such a future? But that’s how it usually plays out, their futures molded by parents, teachers, society, blah blah blah.
I preferred challenge and change. When zigging was expected, I liked to zag.
Of course, if everyone preferred challenge and change, society would fall apart. The powerful (political, commercial, academic), need the masses to behave in predictable ways. People like me messed up their statistics!
But I figured, we have free will; might as well use it. Who has the right to tell us that we cannot recreate ourselves in our own image? Whose business is it but our own?
I understand better now that all that change was my trajectory from the beginning. In that course, I had far less spiritual choice than I thought. But in each case, it felt as if I were expressing my singular free will. Perhaps that, too, was merely an illusion.
Still, while I was living it, I felt as if I were the captain, well in control of my own ship, navigating waters of my own choosing, using maps of my own making, following nothing but my heart and the stars.
This was certainly better than following someone else’s plan for me.
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