A Personal Pep Talk


Sometimes it takes failure to find our focus.

The person we used to be and the person we are today can be a vivid contrast. We grow, we change, we discover who we are, and who we’re not. Experience teaches us lessons, and we can use those lessons for our own benefit. To grow wiser, perform better, live better, see clearer…

But there are times when the person you were can affect the person you are. Everyone has moments they wish they could relive. Times, people and experiences they wish they didn’t take for granted. But lingering over the past is a moot task that reaps little more than self pity.

You cannot change what was. You can only continue to use your experiences to better who you are today.

There will be moments when the face of what used to be rears into the present, and you yearn for others to see the contrast, know the difference.

Sometimes they will, and sometimes they won’t.

There are those who say everything happens (or doesn’t happen) for a reason. Then there are others who claim we are the wielders of our own fate.

I stand in the in between.

Perhaps there is a fate. Maybe our story has already been written in some ways.

I like to think that God is like a friend who steps in from time to time to help us along the way. He’s rarely pushy, but always full of an inexplicable, inexhaustible compassion that compels him to do certain things. Like the gut feeling that convinces you to turn right instead of left. Or the urge in your heart to talk to a stranger only to find his words tailored specifically for you in ways that seem impossible.

Sometimes it’s a dramatic rescue; a swooping save from certain death.

More often, it’s a subtle whisper that we recognize in that moment, but later start to second guess.

Either way I’ve discovered we always wield the key of choice.

We decide whether we seize the opportunity or wave as it goes by.

We decide to face our fears, or cower to the side.

When we fall we choose to get back up or lay there on our side.

Greatness dwells within us. It starts as potential, raw and waiting to be tapped. Then like clay we mold it, beat it, shape it, heat it, until it becomes the finished product.

It’s often different than the one we originally set out to create, but in the process it develops quirks, characteristics, new traits and textures, that make it more than we imagined it could be.

Never give up until the work is finished.

Do you think it’s complete?

If you’re reading this, you’re not done yet.

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3 thoughts on “A Personal Pep Talk

  1. I feel very connected to this piece, and have thought similarly for a while now. You might remember from the ending of Battleground. I don’t have any answers or good advice yet since I’m still figuring out what I believe, but most of all, I have faith in people. I have faith in love, and I have faith in change. We can feel badly about the struggles or bad choices we make, or continue to make, but the power of reflection and motivation to be better is enough. Writing this piece and better understanding yourself or someone else is enough. We don’t know each other well, but I do know that you’re smart, and your drive to do something worth while is great. Fate or not, it’s going to be a good life.

    • Thanks Jennifer!

      When you said, “…but most of all, I have faith in people. I have faith in love, and I have faith in change.” I was like, “Yes!!”

      Our efforts are important. I think we as people need to know that we have more control over life than we give ourselves credit for, and that we should take credit for the things that we do in life. Accept them, learn from them, live better because of them.

      But that faith, that belief that love exists, that people are worth believing in, that we are worth believing in… I think none of our efforts matter without that.

      There’s a quote I came across a couple of months ago by a man named Chief Dan George that really struck me. It said,

      “When Christ said that man does not live by bread alone, he spoke of a hunger. This hunger was not the hunger of the body. It was not the hunger for bread. He spoke of a hunger that begins deep down in the very depths of our being. He spoke of a need as vital as breath. He spoke of our hunger for love.

      Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self-esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world…

      But with love, we are creative. With it, we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others.”

      I think that love is the key to living. It’s the key to what drives us, and gives us that purpose we so desperately search for.

      I think deep down everyone wants to believe that in the end their life meant something. That it was more than just a brief stint on Earth. That it held the significance of purpose.

      That purpose can look different every day, but if its rooted in love, it’s going to reap something worthwhile. Something we can look back upon and be grateful we did. 🙂

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