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3 Ways Driving For Uber & Lyft Can Benefit You Spiritually

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3 Ways Driving For Uber & Lyft Can Benefit You Spiritually

 
First up in the ‘Two Sides To Every Story’ series is a list of 3 ways driving for Uber & Lyft can benefit you spiritually. I have personally been driving for both companies for over three years now. I’ll tell you why and how I began doing so in the upcoming post about the material benefits. The following spiritual benefits have presented themselves repeatedly over the last three years. They form the crux of the amazing spiritual lottery I find myself in every time I turn on the app to drive for Uber or Lyft.
 

#1 – The Right Conversation At The Right Time

 
This one never ceases to amaze me and seems to happen at least twice a week or more. When you open yourself spirituallyinvite God into your life, and operate in complete faith that Gods guidance will see you through everything, opportunities for guidance aboundThis manifests itself when I pick up a passenger who has undoubtedly been sent to me with a message that I needed to hear.
 
The situation is never subtle—always specific. The passenger always initiates the conversation. It seems completely out of the blue and has nothing whatsoever to do with the current situation (ie destination, weather, pick up location, etc). It has everything to do with some abstract spiritual notion I had been meditating upon in the days or weeks leading up to this particular ride. I have had some of the most fantastic and inspirational conversations of my life with total strangers sitting in the back seat of my car! Quantum physics, Kabbalah, and the similarities between the two—I have had that conversation. It’s one example of a conversation that had no place happening on a 30 minute Uber ride—but did!
 

#2 – Opportunites To Help Others Abound

 
I learned one very important universal truth when I opened myself spirituallyhelping others is the key to every good thing in this life. I don’t mean helping when the opportunity presents itself but seeking out—even asking for—occasions upon which I can have a positive effect on someone other than myself.
 
Driving for Uber & Lyft is the perfect vehicle (pun intended) for putting myself in that position as often as possible. 2 things make this so:
 
  1. Driving around for hours on end will have the effect of bringing you into contact with others who need help. Whether it is a passenger in need of an ear to listen or a car with a flat on the side of the road—there is never a shortage of people in need.
  2. My schedule is exactly that—MY schedule. I work when I want, and can turn the app off at any time with no consequence except the potential for missed income. If a passenger needs to talk for a bit after the ride has concluded I can listen. If there is something I can do for them above and beyond the ride itself, I have the freedom to do so. I am not bound by time or location. helping someone on the side of the road is a simple matter of turning the app off and doing the right thing.
 

#3 – Getting Lost To Find Out Where You Are

 
This is the most abstract of the 3 ways that driving for Uber & Lyft can benefit you spiritually. Did you ever have a moment where the only way to keep it all together was to leave and wander the streets of your neighborhood for a bit? Maybe you were arguing with a loved one and the only way to avoid saying something that would change life forever was to walk out the door? Or the ho and hum of the everyday material world was too much and you needed to get in the car and drive?
 
The very nature of driving for Uber & Lyft puts you in that freeing state of not knowing where you will be next the moment you turn on the app. Every time the app beeps your possibilities expand. You have no idea who you are about to pick up, and no clue about where their journey will take you. For some—those bound by the material need to control their situation—this can be stressful. If you are mindful of the fact that the possibilities are endless—and opportunities are what you make of them—every set of rides can be a wondrous spiritual adventure.
 

Conclusion

 
Driving for Uber & Lyft has its downsides to be sure. Every job does. The upsides outweigh the down though—especially if you are considering the spiritual benefits as well as the materialRelax. Seize every opportunity to help, to grow, and to experience the limitless possibilities that present themselves when you put yourself out there.
 
If you are interested in driving for either service please consider clicking the links below. They are my referral links and I get paid (one of the many benefits I will cover in the upcoming post regarding the material benefits of driving for Uber & Lyft) for every driver that signs up through them.

Drive For Uber

Drive For Lyft

The Gray

The Gray

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series Colors

I’m floating now in the infinite possibilities of the Gray.

The White and the Black are absolute.

The Gray is undefined.

The White and the Black are solid and stoic.

The Gray is permeable, malleable, and forgiving.

The White and the Black are each, individually, stagnant death. The annihilation of both has created the gray and I will no longer be a slave to either.

The Gray is the freedom to exist in Black and White simultaneously. It is love and hate, life and death, joy and sadness, good and evil. It is the thing feared most by the White and the Black—free will. It is the great void of life, unbound by the black and white shackles of our human perception. It is the living spirit of me here, you there, and all the time and space in between. It is the before, the after, and the soon to be…

The Black

The Black

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series Colors

So much time has passed, and ink spilled, between the moment I escaped the white and began unleashing my soul upon it.

Make no mistake. The white is still there. It beseeches me from behind the veil of pitch black words now scrawled upon it. I cannot hear it. The cacophony of words, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters that I’ve let loose upon it has—for the moment, at least—drown out the sedate pleas of that crippling complacency from which I escaped.

Between the white that—not so long ago—consumed me, and this moment right now, there lies a smoldering wasteland of venom, and insecurity, and fear, and hatred, and love; all of which lay naked, and unashamed, before you on the previous pages.

That is the Black, and it is just as all-consuming and deceptive as the White…no more, no less.

The Black is, at first, a cold glass of water after a long walk through the white desert. My heart soars at the site of it. There is a longing from the very core of my being. As I near it, there is hesitation because maybe, just maybe, it isn’t really there. Perhaps it’s a mirage created by the mental starvation of looking at nothing but the white for so long. Then I touch it. It’s real, and I can actually feel it in my grasp. Instinct takes over, and the cool hardness of the glass is on my lips before I realize it. Somewhere, deep inside of me, a voice says to slow down…savor it; the next glass is not a given. Before the voice is finished speaking the water is gone. It is traveling through me now…providing the most beautiful, if fleeting, moment of relief. The Black is the thing I most desire…the water after the walk.

Now sated, I relax, and the black takes control. Good and evil are just words scrawled upon a page that speaks to the darkness inside me. I want to believe that some things are sacred, but everything within me is vulnerable. Everything is white or black; written or not written.

Every word I read spreads the poison further. Every paragraph eats a little more of my soul. I am weak in my own truth, and the abandon of the words before me sets me on fire. It sparks a vision of freedom that I will never attain. It taunts my tepid life with the flames of reality. I am weak, and broken, and consumed by the blacks sublime ability to say what I cannot, think what I dare not, and do what I will not. 

And then—just as quickly as the words came to consume me—they are gone. I am abandoned, and lost, and floating in the void somewhere between the white and the black.

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