It's Time

They say that life is a journey, but where does the journey end? Does it end at just death? We strive to be better people and to become more successful; to help the world be a better place. But will there ever be a time or place where we will be that better person? Or that successful person? 

I think there will never be a time or place where we can just stop striving. I think life is a journey that never ends. We will never be the best person that we possibly can be. We will never be the most successful person that we can be. I think the journey of life continues into the afterlife. Maybe we will pick off of where we stopped, or maybe we start fresh, but we will always be the people that we are. 

And so, where I'm going with this is, life is a journey that never ends. We have time to be unsure, we have time to make mistakes, and get back up again. Right now, I'm having second thoughts about everything I thought I was sure about last week. I had a life crisis on Tuesday night, and I was a pinch away from a breakdown. On Tuesday night, I was studying for a biology test that I had on Wednesday. My brain decided that it didn't want to absorb anything that I was reading. It actually decided to just zone out, and I couldn't focus. I was trying and trying to read my text book, but it just wasn't working. I was frustrated and I felt completely hopeless. I felt like my life was crashing down on me. I studied the best that I could, and I went to sleep feeling like a failure. I went to school on Wednesday, I took my biology test during fifth period, and I got a 54%. It was as expected, but I still felt exasperated. On Thursday, for some reason I felt a push to go to the Jesus club meeting at my school. I went, and there was about ten to fifteen people, most of which that I didn't know; these kids weren't exactly the cream of the crop at my school. But I shoved all the hesitance out of my head, and I realized that I wasn't any superior than anyone in the room. I stayed for the meeting, and I listened with an open and desperate heart. The student speaker, that was sharing the message, challenged us with this one question, "Where are you?" It was the question that God asked Adam and Eve after they took the fateful bite out of the forbidden fruit. When God asked them that, He didn't mean, "Where are you", He meant, "Where are you?" Spiritually. So, I asked myself, "Where am I?"

And I realized, I was no where. I was trapped in a labyrinth of social expectations and a set of falsity that believed about myself. These past couple of months, I've been telling myself that I was okay, that I was making lemonade. But I wasn't. I've been making cough syrup. It's time that I seek my real journey; my real journey with God, myself, my ambitions, and the truth. It's okay if I'm not sure right now. One day I will have to be sure, but today is not that day.

Life is a journey, and I've been trying to find a shortcut. I've been wasting my time. It's time to turn around and get back on my path.