Friday, February 03, 2012

Connecting The Dots

“You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something…your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life”.
-Steve Jobs

This is another great quote that passed before my gaze this week. Steve Jobs changed the world. He would be my hero if all he did was invent the iPod. I have always been reflective and introspective. It’s part of my nature. However, I don’t dwell in the past and I am not in mourning over its passing. Yes, I do sometimes re-live great memories in my mind or perhaps with family or friends who shared the moment. Much of the time my life does not make sense to me while I am living it. It is when I look back at previous events or people who crossed my path when I needed them to, that I can begin to make sense of the present moment. I can see now where even things that felt like failures were really successes and they made me who I am today. I agree with Steve Jobs that it is only in retrospect that we can connect the dots of our life. Life never goes in a straight line. My personal blog is called “Stumbling along the Spiritual Path”. The use of the word “stumbling” was very intentional. The path of my life has gone in many directions. My path has sometimes seemed overgrown with weeds. It has gone up and down and all around. Sometimes I could not tell if I was going North, South, East, or West. A few times when I wasn’t paying attention I got wacked in the eye with a tree branch. Many times I have stumbled and occasionally I have fallen down. This convoluted path, however, has been my path. It has taken me through some pretty interesting and unique experiences. It has brought me to where I am today and has also made me who I am today. These thoughts make me think of a favorite poem by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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