Tension comes from a pull between what you know can be and that which does not seem to be. It is like you are the rope being pulled in a tug of war, and so sometimes you feel fraught. The threads of you seem to fray. Being pulled in two directions at once, you have choices to make. It seems you are on the cusp of decisions all the time. Sometimes you want both options. Sometimes you want neither. And so you find yourself in a pickle. Which do you choose? Truth and honor or, so far as you can tell, a lesser choice which may well dodge honor and truth and yet, to the world, seems as though it has to be. You feel forced to take the low road instead of the high road. It may even become a way of life for you, and you do not think of choice any longer.
You are pulled between the obvious world in which you live in and the world that is pure and true and ideal which you sometimes shake your head at and have the idea that the ideal must be too far out of reach, nice but not practical, nice but foolish. You fear that what is good and true must be illusion, and you come to the conclusion that what is expedient and seemingly necessary must be true. How is it that you, who are a breath of God, have to work for money and, sometimes, in exchange, leave your soul unattended? What are all these matters you are obliged to take care of when your heart is elsewhere?
How do you reconcile the truthfulness and honor with the machinations of the world that too often seem self-serving and without regard for the good of all?
Beloveds, it would seem that you are tested all the time. You veer and do not always follow what you know to be right, and yet you simply don’t know how to reconcile truth and honor with what is in front of you. You want to be good and true, and you don’t want to be a fool. Sometimes that seems to be the choice in front of you, and no one wants to be a fool. It may seem that you have no choice but to comply with that which you do not feel good about complying with.
It would seem that you are faced with choosing gain or loss. And so you dodge bullets and jump around, trying to avoid snakebites here and there. It would seem that you feel faced with a lesser choice to survive or to choose a dream in which you may feel you are the only one. It may feel as though you have no choice but to choose the way of the world over the way of the heart, the world over truth, the world that may take the easy way out, and you follow the world, and so you may vacate what you truly value.
You are squeezed. The world does not always honor the simplicity of truth. Nor does the world always honor the one who is as straight as an arrow. And, yet, beloveds, what are heroes made of? They are made of courage. Wherever they may be, they live with honor. You can go by them. They put truth and honor before convenience.
How easy it will be in life when everyone chooses the high road. The rules of the road will change. The rules of the road are already changing, and it will be easier for you to make choices that you honor.