Let's see the one moment I can think of right now would have to be back in freshman year. I had just essentially swam the swim of my career. To me I had finally gained what I had worked so hard for. The fruits of my labor showed and I was happy and content. Fast forward to the summer of that year, everything was going swell and I was just living the life of a college swimmer back home. Taking care of the young'uns on the team brought me even more joy and hanging out with them and watching them grow was an awesome experience.
So basically the time span of Feb 2009 - August 2009, I was pretty satisfied with my life. Yes there were some setbacks during that time (didn't get to go to Nationals, or summer Sectionals); however I had some great experiences and saw that goals can be achieved. As well as to never let go of the inner child that you have. That sums up my satisfying moment.
Now gonna ramble a bit.
Things changed after that summer. I grew up... Got a girlfriend, got rocked by academics at school, failed to meet my own expectations, began to lose faith in myself, ended relationship with girl. That pinnacle of satisfaction now dwindling to dust. Almost wallowed in self pity. Until I realized I had gotten to confident in my own abilities. Pride comes before a fall, we've all heard that. We don't realize though that the fall can be an immediate collapse or a slow crumbling. For me that slow crumbling, stripped me bare. But thanks to that I've once again realized that it's not all about me, never was, never is, never will be.
All that to get my attention. Guess the Lord does indeed do things in His own way. But all this for me phew, just wish I could've picked up on it sooner. Better late than never huh? Don't make the same mistake that I did.
Just remember: Keep your eyes focused on the narrow and straight path, the one illuminated by the Lord.
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | ||||||||
| I took the one less traveled by, | ||||||||
| And that has made all the difference. |
-Robert Frost
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