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Well the day after my last blog post I was going to make another, filled with just as much anger. That day though I saw something touching and heart warming. I was in walmart looking around as I was leaving and saw a couple laughing and smiling. When our paths crossed the guy just looked at me and with the biggest grin said "That's my baby" and pointed to the girl's stomach. She wasn't showing yet or anything but it was sweet to see. This boy had found a new meaning in his life, he was dedicated and overjoyed to be having a baby. This was enough to calm the storm for some time.
Then a few days ago I got to watch a movie called The World's Fastest Indian. This movie was amazing. This man had a dream and a purpose, and would do anything for it. Just like the boy with the baby. It was beautiful. I find that these moments come up unnoticed by most which is a shame because of the joy found in these, the possibilities for a full range of human emotion. Not all have a meaning or a purpose, and these come and go, but to have that focus, that will, is amazing.
Mine is nursing school, it means everything to me. I wonder though where I will go when it's over, what will drive me then? Will I have that range of emotion, or will I be limited? What happens to us when that goal is met or lost? This is how life is, it happens all the time of course, but each experience is unique, each purpose is different. The most beautiful influence in our lives can become the most crushing. Where exactly is that fine line? How do we determine success and failure where it is not so cut and dry? I search for these answers and fear they may never come.
Then a few days ago I got to watch a movie called The World's Fastest Indian. This movie was amazing. This man had a dream and a purpose, and would do anything for it. Just like the boy with the baby. It was beautiful. I find that these moments come up unnoticed by most which is a shame because of the joy found in these, the possibilities for a full range of human emotion. Not all have a meaning or a purpose, and these come and go, but to have that focus, that will, is amazing.
Mine is nursing school, it means everything to me. I wonder though where I will go when it's over, what will drive me then? Will I have that range of emotion, or will I be limited? What happens to us when that goal is met or lost? This is how life is, it happens all the time of course, but each experience is unique, each purpose is different. The most beautiful influence in our lives can become the most crushing. Where exactly is that fine line? How do we determine success and failure where it is not so cut and dry? I search for these answers and fear they may never come.