Something resonated within me while I read this.
How is it that as children we imagine a life we have never known? How is is possible to engage in such a complex thinking process years before we are capable of even surviving on our own? You’re five years old and you want to be a doctor. Why? You don’t need a job. All your bills are being paid. You have good, shelter, clothes, toys, chauffeurs, a personal bodyguard, and a private chef – you have it all! What’s the motivation to change? You’ll never have it better.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
Even when we were little, we thought big. We wanted it all. We wanted to play sports. We wanted to be movie stars. We wanted to be taller. We even wanted to be older.
What were we thinking?
We had it made! we were carried everywhere. Grown-ups jumped to meet our every need. We could cry, whine, and act like a baby, and still the world would revolve around us. Oh!
Those were the days, my friend.
But you couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?
You had to start trying to walk, and at what cost?
Falling over and over again, you certainly weren’t a natural. But you insisted. You stumbled your way through it. You stood on your own two feet, and you started walking on your own. As soon as you could, you made a run for it. You may not be like that now, but when you were two, you were one stubbornly ambitious hominoid.
-Soul Cravings by Erwin Raphael McManus