Ever learning. Always failing. Forever weak. Yet eternally saved. From a price to pay. Which I could and can not afford. Learning to live life. Learning to love life. Growing into shoes larger than my own. Finding meaning in Your name. Love and peace.
I used to be ambition was dangerous. I thought it was like a weed that would always creep up the healthy roots of normal life, such as daily interaction with friends, going out together and enjoying ourselves. Ambition, to me, was the spark in a sales person's eyes, or the sweat on a musicians brow. The muscles twitching in athletes.
Then I realised how ambitious I've been recently, with things that aren't actually all that important.
And when it came to try and fulfil my ambition, it just failed because I was reaching too high.
One of my worst fears is not becoming what I could be. But I guess I shouldn't over estimate what I can be.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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