How many people are searching for something —- some type of fulfillment, feeling, meaning or memory. Like the glory days of high school or the freedom and newness of college life.
The freshness and innocence of puppy love or the nervousness of love at first sight. When life isn’t giving us goosebumps, we may want to relive the glory moments of the past.
Our minds and memories are powerful things. They have the ability to reproduce some of those feeling while we imagine. But it can also stuff and burry our bad decisions that have led us to the condition we are in.
I don’t like to remember my mistakes.
I like to blame circumstances or feel like I’ve chosen the high road when in reality I’m just settling. I’ve chosen the wide road. When I finally became acceptable and popular I make choices that kept me from sticking out.
Who wants to stick out when their ideal and goals have not yet become reality.
Who will support you when you’re weird and unsuccessful?
Before we can be real to others, we need to be real to ourselves.
We are living and reaping the fruit from the decisions we’ve sown in the past.
I know we can’t be perfect, we can’t go without mistakes and mishaps — but to live with regret for not trying, for not living, for not fully being who we were created to be is not something I want to settle for.
Selah…