So, I’m taking my two dogs for a walk yesterday, both of them at the same time (which is rare, because they have two totally different styles of walking).
The older one; Lucy, wants to decide where to go. She plants her feet, pulls me in this direction or that direction. She has her spots that she likes, and I also suspect that she enjoys wilfully struggling against me.
The other, Sophie, doesn’t care which way I decide to go. She’s happy just to be outside, to be together. No matter which way I turn, she’s as happy as she can be.
If you haven’t figured out that this is a spiritual metaphor yet, that’s ok. It only took me a few thousand dog walks, myself.