a cup of coffee away.
long day.
how do we end up so stagnated? i mean really, our world gets so small so easily. it's frightening to me. i am one of the worst at it. as soon as something intrigues me, i'm all in until it's dead, and then, in the midst of my misty eyed goodbye to whatever this recent obsession was, i look up. i look up and then misty eyes turn into waterfalls.
i miss so much all the time. there is no way i can catch it all, but how terrible i feel when i realize that for whatever period of time, i've lost sight of the bigger picture that i claim to be so fond of. the picture that blurrs the immediate just enough to allow focus to fall on the rest of the surrounding world.
you see, i don't think that i should lose sight of what is in front of me, the people, the places, the sights and the sounds, but when that consumes me i lose focus on the rest of the world that is just as important as my own.
even the good things in life can cause me to lose my perspective. friends, family, music, church. all of these things can create an ink bubble that blots out the rest of the world.
it isn't even limited to the the physical world, but rather the spiritual side of the world. the hearts of other people, other places, and other cultures. it is hard to wrap my mind around all that God created and still focus all my attention soley on the world in front of me.
i don't want to miss anything else. i want to be able to exist in tuscaloosa, alabama AND milan, italy AND riga, latvia, AND chicao, illinois AND san fransisco, california. not physicaly be there, but to be able to see and feel and care about the people all over. to be able to see the fresco God created. the fresco of color and people, and the fresco of emotion and spirituality.
there is way more going on here than we'll ever begin to fully comprehend.
i just want a little more comprehension each day.
how do we end up so stagnated? i mean really, our world gets so small so easily. it's frightening to me. i am one of the worst at it. as soon as something intrigues me, i'm all in until it's dead, and then, in the midst of my misty eyed goodbye to whatever this recent obsession was, i look up. i look up and then misty eyes turn into waterfalls.
i miss so much all the time. there is no way i can catch it all, but how terrible i feel when i realize that for whatever period of time, i've lost sight of the bigger picture that i claim to be so fond of. the picture that blurrs the immediate just enough to allow focus to fall on the rest of the surrounding world.
you see, i don't think that i should lose sight of what is in front of me, the people, the places, the sights and the sounds, but when that consumes me i lose focus on the rest of the world that is just as important as my own.
even the good things in life can cause me to lose my perspective. friends, family, music, church. all of these things can create an ink bubble that blots out the rest of the world.
it isn't even limited to the the physical world, but rather the spiritual side of the world. the hearts of other people, other places, and other cultures. it is hard to wrap my mind around all that God created and still focus all my attention soley on the world in front of me.
i don't want to miss anything else. i want to be able to exist in tuscaloosa, alabama AND milan, italy AND riga, latvia, AND chicao, illinois AND san fransisco, california. not physicaly be there, but to be able to see and feel and care about the people all over. to be able to see the fresco God created. the fresco of color and people, and the fresco of emotion and spirituality.
there is way more going on here than we'll ever begin to fully comprehend.
i just want a little more comprehension each day.