Wednesday, May 26, 2010
So I've been working hard to watch at least 8 hours of television a day. I don't always reach my goal but I'm getting there.
I primarily watch shows where someone kills someone else while a third someone uses the second someone's body to find the first someone and bring them to justice. It's all very redundant. But at 50 hours of TV a week I suppose you'd expect me to say that.
At any rate it's caused me to seriously consider a life of crime. It seems like a great way to stay motivated. The minute you stop running - bam! It's over buddy. Talk about a constant adrenaline rush. I could probably stop drinking all this diet coke.
See, that's what's bugging me. Sometimes it feels like I would have been a better thief than a missionary. I like adventure, risk, reward, danger, and especially adrenaline. I tried to harness those qualities for God, but it turns out that you can't leverage your flesh to accomplish a spiritual goal over the long haul. Who knew?
So that leaves me here wondering if I should have just owned the fact that I'm a natural born bad guy and proceeded with a life on the run. Evangelist turned bank robber - sweet.
But seriously, how do people know who they are and what they want? What if I spend my whole life straining to become a CEO when I'm emotionally happiest as a butler? Or what if I'm pretending to be exceedingly good when I've got the moral fiber of a common criminal?