Ask my kids what they want to be when they grow up and you’ll get two different answers. Aiden, our youngest, loves dogs. He’s gone from a K9 police officer, to a veterinarian, to a dog trainer, and even a monster truck driver (he’s a big fan of cars and trucks too). Carter tends to be more contemplative. He wants to do something active. He dreams of his future as an athlete and leans towards science and math pursuits. Maybe one day he’ll be able to combine the two.
At some point our dreams start to fade.
I remember as a senior in college sitting in the lounge of Main Hall at West Chester University talking to a few other Lit majors. We were throwing around what we’d try to do with our futures. One guy mentioned that Comcast would need to hire people to write their television program descriptions right? So why not him? He had a valid point.
You have a purpose. Search your social media feeds and you’ll find numerous people selling you online courses and coaching to reveal just what that purpose is.
You’ll find your purpose in struggle and suffering. In the courage to put yourself out there.
I still battle with the courage part. The strength to speak and write without the fear of not being heard or connecting. The strength to open up the wounds so others can open theirs as well. The strength to reach out a hand in comfort and stability.
The strength to try.
That word is loaded with meaning.
Ever fiber of our being pushes against change. We want the old, we crave routine and strive for sameness. We want comfort. The same instinct kept us alive when the dinosaurs roamed.
It also kept us out of new lands. Until resources dried up and we had to move, to step into the darkness.
It takes courage to try. It takes courage to get up in the morning and face the day. Reach deep and feel the newness inside straining for life. Some moments it is clear.
Life is a battle between both sides and every day is a choice. Choose wisely.