I’m am regularly gripped by a fog that won’t let me go. Perhaps this is a confession, or perhaps just an observation. I feel the fingers tighten as I reach out to accomplish something worth doing. You could call it a lack of motivation. You could call it depression. You could call it discouragement. All these are possibly true, but I think it is something else.
I feel embattled. When I see a change that needs to be made in the course of my life, all the sudden unseen and unwelcome fingers reach out and grab onto me and try to hold me back. It’s almost like the path that I need to take suddenly and inexplicably becomes totally covered in thorn bushes and briars. Of course at the same moment the pathway which I should NOT take widens before my very eyes. It looks so easy, and well trodden.
It reminds me of an ancient text that goes something like this-
“Enter through the narrow gate, for the gate is wide and the way is broad that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter through it-”