The miniscule manner of my life thus far, has come to the its very edge; waving up at me in hopes to signal that "hey, it's time to jump over to the next huge mountain of (_______!)" Something like that. This kind of pressure is a little paralyzing - and in an effort to build the bridge from one chapter of your life to the other, you scatter around for tools that, in more that one way, are dangerously risky- but alluring. A bad combination for something that already dangles on the thread of "I want this."
But where can one draw the line between what is truly important and keeps one rightfully proud and brave, and that which is financially helpful and/or purely materialistic, but rarely humanly "necessary." I'm not advocating toward the belief that it is wrong or phony to WANT or STRIVE FOR things that one CAN, physically speaking, live without. I'm merely considering that an awfully rooted want for THINGS can be suffocating, limiting, and very stressful.
-My world is steadily becoming more about decisions that affect or are better for either one or the other, pride, simplicity, or THINGS, things, things, things, and money. And we all know: Money = Power; of the falsest, and most alluring, and undeniably seductive.
I've told my close confidant about my "hey, here I am; happy" picture. The one that's taken me years and years to sketch out. I'm not done adding all the colors, I'm sure. While speaking to this curly-haired wonder, something terrible registered: what I see in this canvas, so far, I don't doubt, but Fear.
Did I really draw a nice thick line between my worldly satisfaction, and my profound pioneering of the things one cannot touch?
