Maybe surrender is the final test

I did not know this place existed but I am here.
 
I did not know a feeling like this existed but I am here.
 
I did not know a life like this existed for me but I am here.
 
I’ve come to discover that the mystery of the unknown is the most beautiful thing. That the magical is in the untouched – of the world, of nature, of life, of who we are. It took me 42 years to realise this. 42 years to get off the highway and choose a different path. To release control and surrender to the unknown.

The untrodden path. Picture it… that little narrow side trail off the highway that only few ventures. Where only the courageous, the crazy, the dreamers, the wild will go. I wonder how many times I missed those highway exit point in the past, those invitations to wake up before I finally accepted – before I was brought to a pain point in my life where that invitation to step off was unmissable.

It’s strange, we can’t see the full picture on the highway. It’s only once you get onto that mysterious side trail that you realise you weren’t really paying full attention. Just whizzing along wanting what we were taught to want, doing what we were taught to do. But it’s not what we want…

Extraordinary is available.

That narrow side trail, the one with twist and turns is one where only the next step will ever be known. And at many points it will bring you to a place where even fewer will go. A moment you must take flight, where you must leap and trust you will be caught.

Surrender.
 
But the thing is, you do not know if you will be caught. You do not know if the net will appear. At that moment when you leap there is no sign of it. Only trust.

Faith.
 
And every time I leap I notice myself wondering if I will be caught, where I feel the discomfort of the free fall with an unknown outcome, suddenly there I am. Held. Again and again and again. Arriving in a place, a feeling, a life that I didn’t know existed, more beautiful than I could have ever hoped or dreamed of. Again. Delight, awe, wonder, gratitude, joy. Boom!

This life on the untrodden side trail, of surrender, is not one of going with the flow. ‘The flow’. That is not a way to live life. Not a wildly free life that is beyond your wildest dreams. I’ll call it out, going with the flow – it’s lazy. It’s entitled. It’s what the sheep do. The aimless. The mediocre. The masses. Passive.
 
Surrender is not going with the flow, not at all. There is intent. Action. There is courage. There is a dream in your heart. A big crazy dream. There’s going ALL IN on living life. Surrender is not for those who want an ordinary life. Who want normal, who want to coast on the highway.
 
Surrender requires discipline. Discipline in the everyday – discipline in faith, discipline in being still, discipline in facing your soul, discipline in living a life of alignment, discipline in growth and expansion, discipline in making space, discipline in exercise, discipline in prayer, discipline in listening, discipline in finding your purpose, discipline in connecting to the earth. Discipline in being.
 
And then, that cubic centimetre of time arrives where trust, courage and action are called forth and you leap into the unknown. The outcome surrendered to He who knows all. Our Creator, our maker.

Yet, as I write this, I feel the free fall of this new space I’ve stepped in. Even of writing and expressing. Showing my humanity. Where I only have the next step, if that, and I don’t know where the path leads. And I know, I just have to reread my own words and trust the mystery of it.
 
Big faith.
 
This is the way to the extraordinary.


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