On being a stranger

Jon realized as he walked into the home of his ex’s and her new husband, kids, grandchildren and other assorted family that he was always going to be an outsider. Jon had become a stranger, even to his children because of a difference of opinion.

You see Jon had created a rift first with his ex-wife and then with his children over his difference of opinion about faith. Jon could not believe in the way that they did. It is not that Jon was not a spiritual person, he is, just not the “right” faith apparently.

So Jon walked through life being a stranger from his own family and now he found it extending to yet another generation, a generation that he helped bring about. Jon thought at this point, “Why do I even try”? I will always be an outsider from the “tribe”.

Rejection by your own tribe can be painful, even fatal under the wrong circumstances. But giving in to “groupthink” was unacceptable to Jon then and still is now. “Alone it is then “, Jon thought to himself as he entered the room, knowing that he was not really welcome, but tolerated because somehow they knew he had a right to be there.

Jon knew it would be like this though, many years ago when he decided to be an explorer. Being free requires sacrifice and the sacrifices that Jon had made had been many, the pain felt real. However the sovereignty and strength that Jon had acquired along the way made it worth it in the long run.

Someday he would be able to look his grandchildren in the eye and tell them with a clear conscience and a sense of purpose, to follow their own calling and not give in to “groupthink”. The tribe is not always right or wrong for that matter, and it is alright (even if unacceptable) to the tribe to follow your own path.

Setting an example for others to follow is harder than following the tribe. The feelings of exuberance and free will to be your own person unchained from dogma had changed Jon through the years. It had made Jon quietly aware that he was resilient and flexible in the face of violent mediocrity.

So Jon sat down among the people who had once been his tribe and observed. Jon then smiled to himself and waited for the inevitable snide comment that always came, the hurtful barb that could only come from a limited point of view. He waited and felt no pain when it came, for Jon was having a moment of Satori.

Jon’s spirit rose above the anger and tears at that very moment and he finally understood the meaning of the old saying, “The lead pioneer always takes the arrows”.

Be Free today,


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