They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,
They have soaked you in convention through and through;
They have put you in a showcase; you’re a credit to their teaching---
But can’t you hear the Wild---it’s calling you.
I live in tension. On one end I spend my days as the normal guy. I go to work, enjoy my wife, delight in my daughter; pay bills, workout, go to church and try to accomplish my short list of goals. Pushing against this everyday life is the challenge to live a radically good story. I am not alone in this. Sometimes I feel I go it alone.
Partly it’s the voices I struggle against. I say these things to myself and accept them as truth. What if they are lies? I look at writers like Donald Miller and Stephen Pressfield and the voice says, “They are brilliant. They are geniuses. You are ‘a bear of little brain’ just like Winnie the Pooh. Those writers are crazy and committed---or should be. Myself, I am just a normal guy. And what normal guys do is work hard, be good, play on weekends, make it to retirement then die.
I’m so freakin tired. No wonder we live for our days off? We drive to work and drive home; fight the traffic, schlep the children, catch a sit-com, kiss the wife and hit the pillow. I want to find the energy to keep swimming upstream. The vision stays alive but its ember and needs oxygen.
Oxygen is difficult to find. Yet we are wired to breathe it, wired not to settle for the air down here. We are wired for more. Settle into the Barcalounger and we die. There’s that tension. We are not content with status quo. What’s the answer?