More To It All

I want to matter. I want to make a difference. Surely, I was made for more than just to have fun with friends and family. Don’t get me wrong, that’s amazing. I am so blessed. I have a good life. But, I want a great life. When I look inside, I am excited. I like what I see. God gave me amazing gifts. I have a huge heart. I have a great capacity for love and empathy. But, when I see my reflection, I hate who I see. I want to change. It is so hard, but I owe it to myself. I need to learn to love myself enough to make the changes I know I need to make.

I am not who I was. I am daring and adventurous. I am a lover and a fighter. I love the outdoors. I want to love and be loved. I want to make music. I am honest and forthright. I am open and kind to all. I look and leap at the same time. I give of myself and I love myself enough to find friends who give of themselves to me.

Doesn’t it get old? Don’t the vapid fillers ever feel tired? Don’t our hearts find slivers of truth and latch onto them, only to replace them with heaps of the meaningless? Are our questions ever answered? Do we even want to really know?

This life is so strange and beautiful and fragile and brutal. We so greatly need to face it every day to our fullest capacity. There is no time left for ordinary days. Even our relaxation should be great.

Is love really enough? Do purpose and meaning, those rare finds for which we all strive, actually come to those who search long enough?

I will find out. I will be able to say I tried. I tried everything. I made mistakes. I triumphed. I failed. I excelled. I gave. I took. I lived…It is time

Keep Your Eyes Open,
Brandon