If I Weren’t Afraid to Tell You…

If I weren’t afraid to say what I really wanted to say…

If I didn’t care what you’d think of me, or my message.

Do you know what I’d say?

That there’s a map.

There’s map that includes every single thing in the world, in the psyche, in the future, past, and present.

Everything in the macro, in the micro, in the heart, mind, and soul.

A map that defines every situation you’re in; every situation that’s in you.

That spells out your options and tells you where they lead.

It’s a paradigm I’ve been watching, testing, exploring, and alternatively embracing and fleeing (sometimes many times each day) for the last 30 years, or so.

And it plays out, way, way too often to possibly be by chance.

There is a map of reality.

That’s what I want you to know.

Because without it, even the best of navigators flies in circles, and is bound to crash – usually without even knowing it.

Until they do.

I want you to know about this map.

It’s my job to try to tell you about this map. That’s why I was created.

And it’s a hell of a hard sell.

You wouldn’t think so, but it is.

First of all, who says I’m telling the truth?

And if I’m not maliciously making it up, maybe I’m just deluded?

Another philosophy pusher.

And even…and even, if what I’m saying’s true.

People really don’t want there to be a map.

Because without a map, I can simply go wherever I feel like going.

Much easier and much more fun.

The main problem with a map is that it narrows one’s (perceived) options.

Until it shows me that Paris is to the west, I can imagine it to be north, east, or south. Up or down. Or maybe…right…here.

And no one could blame me for setting out in any of those directions – even if I never got there.

After all, there’s no map.

But there IS a map.

There IS, there IS, there IS.

There’s a map and (even worse) there’s a destination.

This life is a leg of a journey.

A very important leg, and a very specific journey.

A treasure hunt, if you will.

A treasure hunt and a treasure map.

Or, better, a hunt for the tools and currency needed for the journey’s next leg.

To arrive there well equipped and with pockets full, is bliss.

To get there unprepared is…anti-bliss.

And there’s no ‘dealing with it when I get there’. There’s no making any deals at all.

After all, we had a map.

So, I said it.

Will you listen?

Will you care a whit about me or my message?

I don’t know.

But I’ve said it.

About the Author
Nesanel Yoel Safran, US born and a graduate of Brandeis, now living with his wife and family in the Judean Hills, is a writer, chef, and a teacher/student of Jewish spirituality. He blends these assorted vocations on his blog, Soul Foodie, where you can join him on mystical cooking adventures and glean practical wisdom for the kitchen — and for living.
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