Through all of my years filled with numerous experiences and lessons of life, I always come back to my higher self this time of year. I am sure everyone has a different version of their higher self, but mine is this lofty place where I am close to God and in grounded in a life filled with purpose and direction. When I manage my life from this place, my decisions are clear and decisive, my thoughts are compassionate and caring, my motives pure and high.
I often hear myself tell others that it is best to take the high road. When I operate from the high road, I feel noble, regal, and close to God. I feel like I am living the good life, a life filled with a caring soul, a loyal disposition, a pure heart. I have the best of intentions for myself and for the other people in my life. I live a life with no regrets because I did right by other people.
I have found that I live most of my life on the high road, but recently I have found it harder to find the high road and take the high road. The world of sadness and depression entered my family six months ago and sent me totally reeling. Part of me thinks it has been in my life in many ways longer, but the obvious impacts have left me scrambling for my higher self, my center, my foundation.
I have learned that depression is not rational. It operates from a place that is nowhere near the higher self and it does not listen to the wisdom of the higher self. I have tried from months and probably years to reason with it, but it does not heed the call. Instead it resents, rejects, and refuses the outsider. It pushes it away...hard.
I am now working on removing depression from my house. Taking it by the hand and showing it the door. I am hopeful that in time I can begin to climb the high road in my life again. I can again lift my life up and begin to reconnect with my higher self. I can live a life filled with integrity, happiness, love, laughter, and wonder.
