What Road Are You Traveling?
by Jonathan Hilton Day 58
For this writing we will call the choice the high road and the low road to follow the poem at the end.
Moral decisions that are based around the positive energy of caring, love, honesty, understanding etc are made on the high road.
Whereas the moral decisions that don’t quite measure up lying, cheating, intolerance, rigidity, hate or judgment are found on the low road.
It has always been peculiar that there is no middle ground in most cases. Either you are traveling the high road or the low road the middle road is like riding on a picket fence, hard to get there and harder to maintain your balance.
Sometimes the choices are easy, and doing the right thing is clear, and beneficial to you. Sometimes, unfortunately the low road is the far easier choice, and looks like it will be so beneficial to you that you just can’t resist the urge.
“I’ll only do this just this once.” you say, with a froth of good intentions on your mind. But it’s a funny thing about traveling the low road, once you get on it it is harder to get back up than we ever might imagine.
The high road, may indeed at times appear difficult, I wish I could say that I always clung to it. I haven’t and have paid the price dearly. As I get older, though, I strive for the high road, more and more. In almost everything I do.
I am not perfect, but strive for it. You don’t have to be perfect to be honest, treat people well and not be a jerk.
Remember that we are all living an existence of duality, and the struggle is constant between good and evil, right and wrong, the high and the low. Be vigilant and you might just stick to the high road. No matter what happens you are guaranteed to learn something.
To every man there openeth A way, and ways, and a way.
And the high soul climbs the high way, And the low soul gropes the low:
And in between, on the misty flats, The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth A high way and a low, And every man decideth.
The way his soul shall go. *******John Oxenham