A moment of strength

Jan 24, 2005 09:22


(raises a glass)

"To finding the strength to change that which I can.. the serenity to accept the things I cannot. And the wisdom to know the difference. Cheers."

So school is a place of books, youth, learning and preperation.. my old stomping grounds call to me. I believe I will be back in school within the year, unless something particularly lucrative or seductive comes my way.. I am feeling a bit left behind. I invested in most of the advanced human concepts while skirting the basics durring my twenties.. I have my faith, my character - but that simple piece of paper that says, "Hey, hire me and give me a decent wage for my efforts." is missing in action. I admit that a career can be an important thing.. but really, most careers simply amount to a bank account and things: hardly meaningful in life when on your deathbed. To invest such a vast percentage of ones time to something that does not really benefit them spiritually, emotionally or in a context of purpose is, to my thinking, a terrible waste of time.. however, I cannot opine on wasting time too much, becuase at moments in my life I have made an art of it..

However, there is an inverted approach to meaning and purpose that I plan to utilize: All work is honorable & You will eat by the sweat of your face. In this way I refer to the concept that God created us with the tools to work - just look at our bodies, never before has such a magnificent working machine existed. If work is viewed as the ends, and not the means, great blessings can be found in it - gems of spirituality, purpose and emotional well being.  Regardless of what I do, I will be working, for work's sake, for God.

With this in mind I am no longer so confused as to what I want to do with my life in terms of a career.. the answer is that I want to work.. and so, returning to school becomes a simple matter of looking at options of study that lead to work I figure I can generally do, not thinking too deeply about it, choosing it and going for it.. starting the march they say.
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