I’m not even sure that is a real word.
Part of being on this level ground is looking around at where I might want to go next.
It’s well documented that I’m not a fan of Easter. So the fit hitting the shan this week isn’t so much a surprise as an “OF COURSE!” So when I say that I am reflecting on things, it is only a coincidence that it is Easter season.
I do have my mind on a young man who gave his life. A young man from my hometown who was killed in Afghanistan this week. I never heard his name until this week. In the local paper his mother said he had this quote on his wall:
When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say that I used everything you gave me.
He was 21.
I wonder what I have given.
When my grandma died in January, she did it so well that I was left not even caring if there was an afterlife. She lived a long life, she died in control, and loved. Her death was one that could truly be called “a reward” for a life well lived.
There’s a song I heard over and over when I was Alex’s age:
I am a promise . . . I am a possibility . . . I am a promise with a capital “P” . . . I am a great big bundle of potentiality . . . And I am learnin’ to hear God’s voice . . . And I am tryin’ to make the right choice . . . I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.
I am a great big bundle of potentiality.
But who gives a fuck?
Potentiality is worthless if it just sits there. The opposite of potential energy is kinetic energy.
I need to be a great big bundle of KINETICITY!
Tomorrow, I have 9 hours in a car alone. I can only be so Kinetic while driving. But lets brainstorm –
If I can do ANYTHING, what should I do?
If I ditched all my excuses, what could I do?
If I did my heart’s dream, what would I do?