Going Against the Traffic

I have always felt the odd one out.

That's because I am! But not odd, just different; Special.

On my way to work, I drive past hundreds of cars going the other way, most of them stationary or creeping along. Why me? How come I am the only one going the other way? Why am I special?

I was made different, I was designed unique. I think differently to most people, I see things differently to most people, I react and respond differently to most people.

I remember sitting in meetings for most of my life, looking around at people's faces, and thinking: Am I the only one here that sees this as a waste of time?

Are you all here just playing a game?

Who are you trying to impress?

Why doesn't somebody say something?

Is everyone here pretending?
Playing a Religious game?
Playing a Corporate game?

Playing a Social game?
Playing a Family game?

Playing a Marriage game?

When will someone shine a light once and for all, and expose the darkness, expose the games, expose the sham, the pretentiousness, the duty, the appeasing.

Oh, I see, it's my job is it!  I guess, if it is to be, then it's up to me.

It's my job to speak out. It's my job to bring light and truth.

But not to anyone else, just change myself first. People will follow if I lead.

Yes, I tried playing their games, for years, but it killed something inside of me. I sacrificed my integrity. I went against my Core Values. That hurt so much. But I thought pain was part of life. Now I realise it doesn't have to be.

I was made to be a winner. As we all are.

I was made to be a success. As we all are.

I was made to go against the traffic.

All these cars are sheep heading to do a 9 till 5 for an employer. Lining the pockets of someone else.

I am heading to provide a valued service to a group of grateful children. Such an honour.

I no longer feel the odd one out in a negative way. Instead, I feel huge joy and relief going against the traffic, knowing I used to be part of that trap.

The Rat Race, it's called, but I don't see anyone racing. They sit nose-to-tail, inching forward when given permission. Like a prison camp. The only thing that races is their blood pulse, as their pressure and stress levels rise, and their creativity and intuition goes down.

And I don't see any rats either. I see real people, each one on their own journey through life, each one dealing with individual problems.

Sure there have been Greats like the Gandhi's, the Luther-King's, the Mandela's, who have stood against entire nations and driven the other way. But we can achieve just as much in our small social circles, exposing darkness, stirring up the stagnant water, bringing truth, light and clarity to ourselves first, then to everyone around us.