Life goes on.

Life goes on.

Lately I've been writing long, well thought out posts and then deleting them - apparently I've simply needed the therapeutic benefits of writing something down. It's been good. When I was growing up in the church we used to do this exercise where we would write down our biggest burdens, the things that we were either struggling with or simply frustrated about and then fold them up and toss them into the fire, somewhere in that we were supposed to be symbolically giving it up to Jesus - relinquishing control of this "thing" and moving on. The unfortunate thing is that I'm sure I wrote the same thing on those pieces of paper every time - you see, symbolism is not a relationship - it's not the same as truly living it out, yet we were told otherwise.

I'm tired of burning these posts for nothing. It's time to move on.

If all I ever wanted in life was to be a pilot, but was unable to because of poor vision - would I be a quitter for moving on in my career choice, or would I be wise for recognizing there was no point in pursuing that goal anymore?

I've been struggling with the idea of "quitting" lately. I've only recently realizing how many things I've quit in my life that I've been on this mission to never quit again - unfortunately I believe this has cause me to foolishly fight for things that have no desire to be fought for. I've needed to realize that sometimes it's not quitting, it's just being wise.


I'd love to sit here and elaborate, but the truth is - life goes on. I wish I could say it's time to start a new chapter - but I think it's time to start a new book. It's time to realize that life goes on, and to live.