Passion is a good thing. It helps us find our purpose, and it can give meaning to life. However, I am passionate to a fault. My teens and 20s are evidence of that. Anytime I let myself get passionate about something, it disrupted my life…including the recent marital problems and bad decisions
My passions have been driven by a desire to change the world for the better. I was once passionate about my faith, and lately, my passions have been focused on Drug Policy Reform, Mass Incarceration, Poverty, and limiting government.
As it seems to me, most people have their own ideas about faith, and in a post-Christian culture, it seems increasingly difficult to persuade people to convert, or even to return to faith.
Other than a vocal minority, most Americans seem content with allowing the government to hide medical cures from suffering and dying patients. They seem content with allowing a form of slavery to persist in “The Land of the Free.” Most are complacent with a government that is WAY too big. Not just a little too big, but a monstrosity of a machine that needs to be stopped…such rhetoric consumed me.
30s KC is going to focus on the simple things. No longer will I try to change the world. The world seems satisfied with its condition. Even if it does need changing, my efforts are not effectual, other than being majorly disruptive to my own life, and the lives of those around me.
I guess I just have to let go of the notion that my life will not have meaning if I fail to make some sort of lasting impact and fight for justice. I struggle with this because my faith compels me to seek justice. I truly believe that’s part of what we are called to do as Christians. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I lack faith. Maybe I am defeated. Perhaps I am filled with good ideas, but ineffectual in my delivery.
I don’t know.
I just know that I need to be more dependable. More stable. More sane. These things seem impossible when I let something…anything…be the focal point of my life.
Part of me is afraid that this will lead to some sort of spineless, mindless wandering, but then I think about a simple fact…it’s how most people live their lives.
Why did I think I was special?
Wagen, over and out.