Had a great Thanksgiving weekend. I’m just spending this Thanksgiving Monday night cleaning some computer files out – found this writing and thought I would share:
Many things in our life add to our experience. In the end we will not remember all of these things, but they will indefinitely be a part of it.
Another year of university has come and gone leaving it’s marks on the brains of millions. I am still the same person – changed yet unchanged. University seems to be a ploy to trap the creative and imaginative minds before they can bring about change in this desperate world. This world can scare me. It does. There are so many choices ahead so many possible futures waiting, like unwritten pages, for the ink of a life to spell out the story. And the marvellous part is that each life is a story. Millions and billions of stories waiting to be told. Yet so many live out someone else’s story – the story they think is better – wanting to be like someone else. We all need our own story.
Life has to be a story. If in the end a story of a life cannot be told, then what was it? A life is not a series of unconnected points or isolated incidents. Life is a journey through a beginning, a buildup, a climax and an end. Not saying that there is only one climax, just saying that life follows a pattern. In that we must believe.
We must help people see the possibility of their story. By helping them connect the events of their lives we help them become better leaders and better followers. We are helping them to see the beauty in the possibility. We lead them to the books that define their stories. We lead not only to help them with there stories, but to define our own.
As the summer comes, make sure that you continue to write your story on the pages of the future, so that the past is of your design.
The world is a playground, we all need to play.