I have been mulling over this idea for a while, but it wasn’t until this morning during my daily getting ready for work regimen that I was able to finally gather final thoughts and words on what I am about to speak about.
Per usual, I always have a life story to correlate with what I am thinking of, so here it goes. I knew someone once. They were a great friend of mine. And from what I could see, they had a ton of potential to be something great. He was a hard worker and did any task to get the job done. Even mundane tasks, he did them without complaint. He was great at managing, although he might have not had the best first impressions on people because he tends to be a practical realist and dealing with emotions isn’t his strong suit, but nonetheless, I always understood him more than others and saw him for the great friend that he was to me and appreciated his ability to connect well with those he worked with to get the job done.
His family is great. They are super tight-knit and supportive. I especially enjoyed conversing with his parents. I feel that his dad and I had a great connection, even having the same Christmas album favorite in common: Mariah Carey. His father is a business man, an entrepreneur, a go-getter. And I believe he has passed some of these traits off to his son. Interestingly enough, without any communication on this particular subject between Mr. and I, we have both raised the idea to my friend of being someone way more successful in the business world than what he wants to be. Mr. and I both believe that my friend could go on to get more schooling, to become a CEO or a major leader in a company or organization. But my friend, well, his ideas of his future are a bit different. His dream come true would be to live on a ranch, in the middle of nowhere, with his wife, and children. That’s about it… and that really, really, realllllllly bothers me. If I could explain this frustration in a way that other people could relate, I would say this: Imagine a guy, 6’8″ who is naturally great at basketball and is considered to be on the high school all-star team for the entire state of whereverhelives. Making the ball swish through the net is as easy for him as breathing. NCAA DI coaches from all over the country are recruiting him, dangling full ride scholarships in his face worth hundreds of thousands of dollars that his parents wouldn’t have to pay to put him through school and probably a number of other offers that would be illegal to promote publicly… And yet, for whatever reason, be it fear, laziness, or just no sheer desire to play collegiate athletics, despite all of the benefits and opportunities it could provide for that person’s life, they decide to decline all offers. Subsequently, they let down those around them who had been supportive and unfortunately might have a bad light cast upon them. That’s the best way to describe my frustration.
But then, who am I or Mr. to tell my friend what to do with his life. It is, after all, HIS life. But the other day, some one said something in conversation that really stuck out to me, and although I had heard the phrase millions of times, it resonates more clearly with me, especially after thinking about this dilemma for a little while: “We only live once”. You only have one shot. One chance at life. And with each passing second, there’s nothing you can do to get that lost time back. Why not do something extraordinary with your life? Why not create a LEGACY? Why NOT?
But as I said before… each person is different. And each person has their passions in life. And maybe to make global impact isn’t theirs like it is mine. Maybe living within their own bubble of their family is enough. And I am not degrading the role of a father or mother raising their child and working, because that in itself is an amazing task. I guess I just have always wanted more out of life. To be a successful mother and wife, while also having a successful career and exploring the world with my family and friends all while spreading the Message of Jesus Christ in a way that makes global impact. Big ambitions, i know. but they don’t scare me. They excite me. Maybe to be in awe of the world and all its wonders and everything that God made in it doesn’t intrigue them as it does me. And maybe… I am just being stubborn… and I don’t know what is best for everyone. But I guess… I guess I just want everyone to feel what I feel, to have their breath taken away by experiences and amazement in this world because of what it does for me, how it affects me… In a way, it’s somewhat selfish but it’s also somewhat caring because at the end of it all, I just want the best for that person.
And… I don’t know really where that leaves me. Except it has caused me to think of another question: Why have I been put in the situation that I am in? Why was I born here, in comfort, while there are millions of others suffering on a daily basis? Why have I been given opportunities of a lifetime that others will never be able to have? That’s for the next entry.