There is No Escape

Your name is shouted amongst the bustle of a busy street.

The voice strains to be heard over the din of activity on a crowded sidewalk. It is familiar, a sound you recognize from other avenues and byways you’ve walked. Your brain acknowledges the strange coincidence and hopes you aren’t being followed.

You look down and avoid eye contact, doing your best to be invisible.

The throng of people cannot hide you. The same shout echoes around every turn, despite the efforts you make to shake it. You have taken the shortcuts and long ways, zigged and zagged. All this energy expended and still the sound finds your ears.

Your vision lands on a disheveled figure waving frantically for your attention.

“What are you doing?” you ask angrily.

“What are you doing?” is the reply.

“I’m on my way to work,” you retort.

“But is it your work?”

“I go there every day. I get paid,” you explain, “and I think that means it is.”

“Think you could do something else?”

A simple question stops you in your tracks.

This is the painful interrogation of deeper purpose, the subconscious conversation that happens within all of us. At some point, the decision is made to accept our intended role in the larger design as an honored friend or ignore it like a sad beggar.

Regardless of the direction you choose, there is no escape.

Every day, we pick the fruits of our actions, the contented heart or unsettled stomach.

The knowledge we are on track or off course will fill us up or bring us down.

It is unavoidable, no matter where the path we’re on goes. For, as Jean de La Fontaine wrote:

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

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