Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
-C.T. Studd
There was a time where my goal, my dream was to be a rock star. I don't know that I ever had the chance. My voice has never been particularly amazing nor my composing skills anything extraordinary. That dream has long since passed. I'm not really even sure what motivated the idea now looking back. Stuffed in a pea-coat reminding me of my latest success-transitioning-to-failure attempt to lose weight, I got out of my car this morning pondering abandoned dreams and aspirations. I wondered, if every dream and aspiration on my heart at this point in my life were to come true how the world would be effected. How much better would the world be? Would the world be worse off? Would the world outside of mine stay exactly the same? I came to the humbling realization this morning that my dreams are too small, my aspirations are too reasonable. In my dream world, I have a reasonable body mass index (BMI), a secure job, a beautiful wife, and a fuel efficient Japanese sports sedan. I think it's time to kick over the white picket fences for use as kindling to stoke this fire inside begging me to not waste my life.
