And all the roads we have to walk....

                                             And all the roads we have to walk are winding
                                           And all the  lights that lead us there are blinding
                                                                                                                  (Wonderwall, Oasis)

Here I am again, at another crossroad. Here I am again, caught between what is defined as practical by society and what is considered foolish. Amid the polarizing rhetoric of my heart and my head,  I find myself yet seeking for a third path covered with fairy dust, and God's Voice booming from inside somewhere: "Come, this is the way. All you wish for is here. But first, what are you ready to give up , so you may know all that awaits?"

What are we ready to give up ? What truth about our own selves resonates with a vibration that renders any other reality a non-option?   Will inner peace come? Is it already here, waiting for us to see?