The easiest thing to do is to do; the hardest thing in life is to be. Lately, I have a had a hard time with both of them, and it is because I'm trying to figure out the "being" part. I find myself transfixed at moments, searching, wondering ... "who the hell am I?"
A group has invited me to write an autobiography - including statements about my beliefs. Only religious groups would have the audacity to demand such a thing. Only egotistical, romantic idiots like me think they can actually answer their demand ... in a matter of days. Anyhow, that invitation was the snowflake that has become an avalanche descending upon me - leaving me frozen in dread and seriousness.
You know the damnable thing about being human? No one can do it for you. Only you can be yourself. I have some really entrenched (and - obviously - valuable) opinions about who my wife, my children, my parents, my boss, my friends and my church should be. But as for me, well, shoot, I can't really decide who I am. Let's begin with this: whoever God calls me to "lead", I will have to do so while using creative writing. That will - at least - help stall that ever looming "being" question for a while.
Wes
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