Striving

It’s sad to see people who have given up. I don’t mean suicidal folks. Often those are people who are tortured by mental illness or physical malady.

I’m talking about people who are adults, able-bodied, but simply have let life beat the happiness and motivation out of them.

Life is sometimes hard. For some folks, it seems like it’s always hard. But there’s also good in every life. Loosing sight of the good is where much of depression and anxiety come in for a lot of folks. Even as Christians, we are quick to forget that God is in control and there is a plan much bigger than any of us can comprehend.

I’m a control freak. Not in the sense I try to control others, but in the sense that I get anxious if I feel like I’m out of control of a situation. But honestly, in the grand scheme, I’m not in control of jack squat, except for my own words and actions.

It’s not hard to recognize someone that’s let the bad overpower the good in their lives. As they become more depressed, they sink into an every spiraling pit of no longer caring for their mind, body, and possessions.

Not everyone can be a Ph.D. glamour model, but everyone can make the most of what God has given them in terms of intellect, physical attributes, and what they own. If you want to be everything you can be, it starts with a drive to keep growing as a person.

Lord knows, I have made a long series of really dumb decisions in my life, which tended to teach me the wrong lessons. But I never stopped wanting to be a better person tomorrow than I was yesterday. That’s a lifelong quest. Often I feel like I take 3 steps forward and 10 steps back. But I’m struggling and striving to be the best me I can be within the limitations of what God has given me.

I don’t see anyone’s current state as a bad thing… as long as they haven’t decided that they’ve reached their best. It’s the struggle that defines us, not the circumstances.

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  1. warcrygirl
    August 14, 2012 at 5:46 am

    Life is what you make of it. I’m trying to teach my youngest that only HE is in control of his words and actions. No one can “make” you say or do anything. Yeah, friends can sometimes be buttheads and say mean things but that doesn’t mean you should lower yourself to their level. It’s going to be a rough first year at middle school, methinks.

    On a lighter note I’m tired of prospective employers telling me they’re only hiring those with a 4 year degree despite the fact I’ve got 20+ years of experience and can do the job in my sleep so I’m going back to school. I begin my online classes next Tuesday. The scary part isn’t the school experience; it’s whether or not my new career will be here in my hometown to somewhere that will require a move. Just thinking about moving makes me break out in hives.

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