Silent flames

I do not believe in the mediocre. I believe deep down, everyone, has a flame, has a stand for something. Anything. I believe for a fact, that locked up in the depths of caverns is a burning desire to see something changed, to fight, to stand for a certain cause. I believe, each of us, as humans with average consciousness will have this deep hidden fire stored up inside.I believe, that many chose this way of living, because they are either too caught up with or have accepted and come to terms that those cavern flames are just tales and bedtime stories.

Yet i'm afraid. That i have grown comfortable with mediocracity. That I have come to accept and come to create an illusion for myself that I may sleep soundly knowing that purpose and causes are overrated. I'm afraid, i am starting to replace my goals with material goals, to supplement the purpose that I am desperately clinging on to get up from bed each morning. The unspoken, un-understood tug of war of the quiet idealistic 20s face each day. 




Convictions.

Yet, what do you do, when yours is beyond your reach? When yours, could very much consume your lifetime? When you know, if you follow through down this road, you will be burning many bridges to build just one bridge? What do you do? How do you even weigh your options? How do you explain to people and even come to terms to yourself if you make this decision? My time has not yet come for this decision perhaps, but once more, could i drink from this cup?

We don't serve God by our preference. We do not say  "God, I'm willing to drink this cup, but i prefer white coffee to black" Does a servant tell the master what work he prefers to do? No. We're called to serve, and to do well with what little is given to us. 

Probably a tough month ahead. Ending December with a literal bang i suppose.