As a metaphysician, I believe that choices create experiences. Everything is an invitation, to heaven or hell. What do I mean by that? Not the old idea of heaven being up in the clouds and cherubs flying, nor hell as hot as fury with a demonic red devil.
Everything I eat is an invitation to positive or negative health, imminently.
Every breath I take is an invitation to a deeper or a more shallow outlook on life.
Every sight I see invites me to beauty or chaos.
How does all this fit into daily life? This morning on my dog walk, I asked myself, “What does taking this route invite?” in relation to the quickest route back. My answer was, taking the quickest route back would invite a workaholic style of existence, with a more frantic feel. I took the longest route home, giving my dog greater exercise and inviting him to stay in my life for longer.
Returning home, thirsty, I opened the fridge and saw the bottle of Pepsi Max. I decided it invited an artificial lifestyle and instead cut up a lemon and placed it in a glass of water, then cut some fresh mint leaves and put those in too. I drank that and it invited me to be grateful to the plants which provided the flavour and the people who helped bring the water to my taps.
I choose to resist natural urges to self-destruct, because they invite not a red devil, but feelings that something other than me is running my life.