Sunday, June 30, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
I'm baaaaaaack!
Well my dears, I privatized for a while and thought about deleting, but here I am again. I like this outlet. I like looking back at old posts and remembering my life. It is good.
You know what else is good? My life. I've had a good life. I've lived, and that has made it good. Kierkegaard talks a lot about venturing and risk; I think, as a young man, he did not risk enough in life and later regretted it. I, however, am a master at risk (with both success and failure) and have no regrets. (Well, very few, and the ones I do have would be silly to most people.) I don't think you can live with regret and live with heart at the same time. Risk and venture are part of life and we can only work with what's been built before. So if I step out and risk something and it fails, what have I lost? Nothing. I have gained everything. I have gained knowledge from my failure, I have gained boldness by learning how to fail. I have been broken of perfectionism because failure has taught me I am imperfect. I've learned to give grace to others in their failures, and I've learned to let go of the ideal for the sake of the real.
I love risk and I love failure. Because of this, looking back, I love the life I have thus-far lived. Even in the hard times (Endo!) I have lived fully, and to die today would be no loss. What a lovely life I have been given. How beautiful life is. I am content.
(Of course I must acknowledge my parents, cause they never held me back with fear or caution. This is a great rarity among parents, I think, and I am blessed.)
You know what else is good? My life. I've had a good life. I've lived, and that has made it good. Kierkegaard talks a lot about venturing and risk; I think, as a young man, he did not risk enough in life and later regretted it. I, however, am a master at risk (with both success and failure) and have no regrets. (Well, very few, and the ones I do have would be silly to most people.) I don't think you can live with regret and live with heart at the same time. Risk and venture are part of life and we can only work with what's been built before. So if I step out and risk something and it fails, what have I lost? Nothing. I have gained everything. I have gained knowledge from my failure, I have gained boldness by learning how to fail. I have been broken of perfectionism because failure has taught me I am imperfect. I've learned to give grace to others in their failures, and I've learned to let go of the ideal for the sake of the real.
I love risk and I love failure. Because of this, looking back, I love the life I have thus-far lived. Even in the hard times (Endo!) I have lived fully, and to die today would be no loss. What a lovely life I have been given. How beautiful life is. I am content.
(Of course I must acknowledge my parents, cause they never held me back with fear or caution. This is a great rarity among parents, I think, and I am blessed.)
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