My Book Of Questions - 3
Conflicts:
The biggest battle of all is the one we fight with our own conscience and yet we are moved the most by the trivial conflicts outside of us. Like: Whether to go for that tempting bachelor's party for the third time in the week or not? Whether to ask that calipygian colleague out for a coffee? Whether to tell your parents that you may not be able to visit them this summer since you are camping out with your gang-of-bikers?
An insurmountable challenge is to debate on a dilemma within yourself, with the full knowledge of both the sides of the argument. Whether to be honest or resort to dishonesty when under threat? Whether to stand firm and true to your principles or to compromise with a few to get around a situation? Whether to keep your word or break it if it seems an easy way out of your problems?
These battles are never ending. And the decisions we take make us what we become.
Why then do we care about the external conflicts so much?
Can't we simply focus on our internal conflicts and let the external ones settle out on their own?
2 comments:
Your question reminded me of this poem :
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
-ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Reminds me of Robert Frost's poem The Road Not Taken.
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