Waking up in a different room

Based on a conversation I had last night i've been thinking about safety, security, the known, the unknown and about how we place ourselves in this world.

One impact of having a baby is noticing the world through their eyes. For the first 6 transient months of their lives they often go to sleep in one place (daddies lap) and wake up in quite another (Sainsburys). Its quite a bizarre thing when you ponder it. It creates a reliance on parents that forms the basis of their relationship and worldview.

As adults we tend towards a desire to create our own worldview by controlling or managing ideas, experiences, situations, people, ourselves... with greater or lesser degrees of success.

Every night when I go to sleep I can say with almost 100% certainty that i will wake up in the same place. Taken as a metaphor this can apply to most area of my life. This is all well and good except for this...

My meager experience of life tells me that all which is good, truly beautiful and which transcends my own understanding dragging me forward as a human being is rarely of my own doing. It is through mistakes, chance encounters, letting go, opening up to others, embracing nature, trusting God, trusting......(please insert whichever term you deem appropriate).

It makes me wonder in what ways I allow myself to wake up in a different room.

It makes me think again about the phrase "Unless you become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven"(paraphrased)