“Our deepest fear is is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” Repeat infinitely. This quote has been hammering through my mind at a reckless pace, as I’ve recently been discovering the truth behind the statement. It is true. It is truth. It is the truth. It’s the reason that many grown men and women will crumble to their knees, realizing their life could have been so much more and they have nobody to blame but themselves.
Life has been beating me mercilessly. No, hardship and pain are not present. However, life has taken the form of a large, hairy gorilla, and decided to hop on my back and demand that I become more than average; rise above the status quo. Be more. Be the best version of yourself. Quite the undertaking, champ. Aaron, wake up. Get up. Tell your mind to get into gear and become the best version it can be. Stop being complacent with where you are. Aaron. Aaron. Aaron. Wake up! Get out of bed! The world is yours! You , too, are the prince who had the right to claim every bit of the world’s inheritance, if only you will take it!
Frustration clouds my mind. I just don’t know where to start. The world is certainly your oyster. What they don’t tell you is that it’s nearly impossible to open. Get a rock, Plaat. I wish there were a simple handbook that would tell of where to go, or a consultant that could be seen to evaluate my life and help counsel me on where to go. However, it just doesn’t work that way. LORD — I could use direction and counsel.
This would be different if I believed life only offered itself in minimal quantities. However, it has been made quite clear to me that life offers itself to those who are willing to make the sacrifices required in order to take the fullest portion. My appetite is quite large, though my plate often feels too small, with not nearly enough knowledge of how to find the solution.
One of the most beautiful sounds in the world is at the symphony, right before the music starts. When I was younger, this sound never quite made sense to me, and I wondered it it was supposed to be some pre-orchestrated portion of the musical selection. No, really. It was only later that I discovered this sound to be the final tuning and adjustments the musicians would play prior to engaging in their masterpiece. The noise would fade, the conductor would take his position, and the music would start. Life has seemed to mimic this exercise; being quite chaotic, only later discovering it is in the chaos that refinement takes place, with a period of calm (my life, at present) and then the concerto begins (unknown).
LORD willing, I pray my life is one where I can experience what it means to do the most with what has been given; Live rapturously, succeed limitlessly, love passionately, laugh hysterically, think deeply, speak eloquently, and die dignified.
This requires a lot of thought, prayer, and coffee.