Saturday, November 12, 2011

Boy Meets World

There are so many distractions. In a day. We can be distracted by anything that keeps us from the main purpose.


Well what if we are unclear of the main purpose. What if even your main purpose was a distraction?


Each moment we live is a moment unlike any other. That we can never get back. Ever. I hate admitting it because it's cliche. I grew up knowing that fact. But I will spend the rest of my life understanding that fact.


It just started raining. I spent the latter half of the day asleep. Because I have been sick. So I slept from Six at night to Eleven. It is now Three in the morning. I have to go to work in three hours. And all I can think about is how I wasted my night.


I wish my body didn't need restoration. I wish I could push myself to the point of where I can not break. Truth be told, every aspect of who I am is constantly on the verge of breaking. One of the saddest and strangest facts to me is that I will never be able to go to my limit, because my goal is too high for myself. I set a standard that is immortal and eternal. I blame it on The Christ, because He's made a way to achieve it. But it's the fact that I consider death as but a slight hinderance to achieving the true goal that I get saddened when my physical, mental, and psychological limits that are too high, when I constantly break down.


See, every one of us, I know this for a fact, because eternity is set on our hearts, wants to make something of ourselves. I, more than anyone have wanted to. Again it's something I hate to admit because I think it's vain and prideful.


I grew up watching this show called Boy Meets World. Now I recently started re-watching it. The sheer morality and goodness of the show is something I overlooked when I was younger because I was raised to be moral and good. But it is now something I look back on and cherish. The show is an outstanding example of morality mixed with innocence and laughter. I didn't realize 'till now how much that show affected my mentality, even now as an up and coming adult. It has a large part of my heart, so much so that if you ever wanted to see my heart you could just watch the show and understand me perfectly.


I almost regret spending the time watching it. It, after all, is just a television program. How much time I've spent, watching countless hours of television, idealizing what life should be like when I am not living it for myself. Have I wasted my time watching it? And all these years striving to be as moral as the heart of the show? I would have to say not...., because I believe it's made me better, like many things I could regret in my life have.... But it does make a guy think.


Being raised with scripture on the walls of my home, a kind hearted pastor for a father, and Boy Meets World has made for an interesting human, I assure you. There are many other aspects to who I am, these are just larger parts.


Anywho, I mentioned it started to rain. I walked outside of my room to brush my teeth, and I heard the rain falling on the skylight... that is now a moonlight on the condensed section of roof where it resides. And the house was quiet and peaceful. All I heard was the rain, and peace and quiet. I cherish these moments because of the boisterousness of life I've grown to have disdain toward.


But as I was thinking of all the aforementioned notoriety, and as I stopped to listen to the rain, I was overcome with that previous thought, about wanting to leave a mark on the world.


I figured, I could just continue to do nothing. Watch television, sleep, eat. Nothing of use. Or I could take the next fifteen minutes to write this. A simple gesture of my heart. A small effort in the history of attempting achieving grandeur.


And I came up with this; The difference between making an impact, or not at all, is just doing something. Anything. It's just trying.


A little effort can go a long way. And a larger effort can change peoples lives. Just like the writers and producers of the show, Boy Meets World, has changed and impacted mine.


In the end. I am just thankful for God. His usage and hand on the lives of men, to be inspiring enough to make men move and attempt at things, instead of being lazy. To dare, and to try. To display the inclinations and morality of His heart to the world, even if it is without their knowledge. All it takes is somebody doing something they believe in. Amen.

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