Wecome to a world of choice and confusion!
If we're lucky enough, life is full of options and choices, like escalators taking us to different levels of a department store.
To those for whom poverty or hunger mean that they have no choices, our freedoms must seem like heaven. Yet it is the choices that cause us to struggle with life and its meaning - do I REALLY want to do this or that? So much of what concerns us is, from a global perspective, merely the froth on a wave - to use one of Buddha's analogies.
The latter part of January is always, for me, a time for thougtful reflection. For some, it's the time when credit card bills from the Chrstmas spending spree start arriving on the doormat. For others, the time when they realise that their New Year's resolutions have come to nothing. For me, it's the prospect of another year, and a date that, when young, I never expected to see. And as the years pass, I really can't imagine where all the time has gone. For what? Ask that questions and vertigo sets in; better simply to enjoy the present moment.
I have a hunch that, as we pass through life, we each construct for ourselves a multi-dimensional maps of our environment, marked with point of significance and value for us. Looking into the map of our life is rather like looking down into this stairwell of escalators. We see, passing one way and another, different aspects of our life; some pulling one way, some another. Clarity is one essential quality that so often eludes us. Ah - the confusions of existential doubt!
So, with a nod at Escher, here's by visual image for the wintry weeks of late January.