Going Home

It is always funny to see the plans we make and what ends up happening instead, and as I have found so often in my life - that the right path for us is so often the one that is right under our nose but that we are too blind to see.

Being stuck at a dead end forces us to look deep within at the things we wish not to see, yet when we finally allow ourselves to look at them, they often dissolve and transform into clarity and bliss.

It is only when we are clear within that the path naturally reveals itself, but until we get there, we often have to go through extended periods of unknowing, inner doubts, and hardship - as if going through the mythological desert.

As I leave the modern West, both inwardly and outwardly, I am left with nothing. "Was it really all that bad?", the "logical" mind wonders... but it has no grip as quickly I latch onto the wings of Faith instead - An absolute necessity if I am to have even a fighting chance against my "logical" conditioning.

And when I am finally pulled out I can see clearly - family, friends, cultural belonging, and shared destiny - what else could I want to inherent to my children? Once again I am reminded how the simple things that are the most easy to overlook hold the most meaning. Oh how much trouble could I have saved myself if I realized this 12 years ago...

I am grateful to be moving back to my home country of Israel soon... that after 12 years of self inflicted exile, I am finally allowed to return. There is so much still to figure out, and a lot of challenges to overcome, but I have faith, and between the endless packing, planning, and job searching that goes into a move of this sort, I often remind myself to not worry so much - who the heck ever knows what is going to happen?