Sitting among the throng of books in my office is one in particular. It is battered and dog-eared, though from years of use rather than neglect.
The cover is simple. No elaborate picture, just a drawing of a man travelling down one path and about to come to a crossroads. “Gregory Stock, Ph.D.” is written above. And above that is the title: The Book of Questions.
I don’t remember when or where I picked that book up, but the publishing date says 1987. Twenty-two years.
That sounds about right, because twenty-two years ago I was at a point where I wanted to figure out who I was, what I thought, and how I felt. I had discovered life was a complicated affair. Pat answers rarely sufficed, and no matter how strong your convictions, they could all be bent to the point of breaking.
It’s good to have your beliefs questioned, I think. Good to turn what you’re sure of into what maybe isn’t so after all. Because in the end we’re all seekers of the Truth. And if it’s Truth we seek, sometimes we have to get lost a little to find it.
I figure after 220 posts of me talking and you listening, it’s maybe time to turn things around a bit. That’s what Saturdays here will be all about for the foreseeable future. I’m going to pose a question from Dr. Stock’s book and invite you to answer in the comments.
Do yourself a favor, though. Be honest. There aren’t any wrong answers and you won’t be lying to anyone but yourself. And seriously, we all do that a little too much, don’t we?
Which would you prefer: a wild, turbulent life filled with joy, sorrow, passion, and adventure – intoxicating successes and stunning setbacks; or a happy, secure, predictable life surrounded by friends and family without such wide swings of fortune and mood?
And to that I’ll add, Why?