let us come alive
it’s intimidating, you know— this thing called life. millions of questions waiting to be answered; millions of decisions waiting to be made. i’m not sure which choice we make in life is the most challenging. perhaps it’s the words we choose to complete the simple phrase “i am”—the words we choose that hold the power to bind us and lock us in a box. “i am”— two words that have the ability to make us or break us.
i’m not quite sure if individual and unique self-definitions are possible. to fit the embodiment of your being in one well-written sentence is remarkable; to express it in a single word, unheard of. i don’t know that we all even know ourselves well enough to phrase a description that precise and perfect, let alone commit to it. after all, what use would it do to confine ourselves in a box we have been encouraged to break free of?
why must we choose one path? why must we part from our other interests to focus on just one? why must we decide which love of our life is the most important? because everyone in this world has interests— a plural noun describing things we enjoy, things we feel hold importance, things we choose that maintain significance in our lives. everyone also has passion. we are passionate about things we are drawn towards, things that spark curiosity, things that make us come alive.
so why the hell do we make people choose? why force them to end their love affair with one interest in order to pursue and give full attention to another? where’s the challenge and adventure in roaming a one-way street?
let us choose more than one. let us flounder in curiosity and overwhelming passion. let us get lost in contradicting interests. let us take that symbolic “i am” and complete the phrase without any restrictions or reservations. let us come alive.
