The Turning Point
There are so many turning points along the path of life and each meandering way is unique.
There are events that change us and yet there is some constant self like the renewal of our cells, everyday, throughout our lives, and yet we still grow old. Perhaps the constant is the seed self or the soul of truth within us that is born with our body and left behind in what we have produced.
Turning points often happen after some trauma; some event that is more than a challenge which forces a decision on us.
We make that decision, turn from the trauma and, quite often in the normal run of life, never look back.
The forced or imposed turning point is often the right way and we wouldn’t want to go back to where we were before.
We are moved on in life once there has been acceptance.
We have been to so many turning points.
The child, where most things are provided for the growth of an infant in a well adjusted family;
The teenager,. That stage in life that is culturally, forced, holding back from fulfilling capabilities while we learn, change, metamorphose and search for the elements in the life outside of us and the family that will help us find our potential.
This brings angst for there are always conflicts.
Then young adulthood when the flourishing starts to blossom. Our lives expand. We live in a big world.
We meet difficult people, they create turning points. We encounter difficult events and hard to come to terms with episodes. If truth is our guide, we find our way or we just get through.
In the later stage in life, the turning point can be a refining process. We have done our experimenting. We have gathered so many T-shirts. We have developed the character. We don’t want to waste effort on the adventures of youth. So we turn again to focus, to really fulfil for all too quickly our world becomes smaller.