When I ran off to get my four year degree right out of high school, I knew that I would learn a few things while I was here.
One thing I gained is perspective. Sure, some say that my school is a bubble (no arguments there). Be that as it may, it still brought me out of the bubble that I used to live in.
Time and distance has granted me the perspective to see my life the way it was in a brighter, more accurate light. Separation is great like that.
Perspective. If you have ever said "If only I knew what I know now back then!" then you have literally FELT perspective. This is something I find myself saying about my high school years ALL THE TIME.
Perspective is what has allowed me to shake my head, but also move on. I can not keep beating myself up for what I did when I was living in ignorance.
I am not claiming now that I am all knowing, no way. The fact that I have just begun to understand the value to perspective shows me that I have quite the journey ahead of me.
When I returned for my first summer, I thought my life had ended. It had.
That pivotal moment in my life (yes, I am both blessed and unfortunate enough to be able to pinpoint a single incident in my past) when I realized my life would never be the same. I had changed my own life by choosing to leave the bubble.
It was a long painful process of me learning that my new life had begun, and that "those" years were now just a chapter already written. Those that stuck with me through the gruesome process, I thank you.
It has been an even longer process realizing that the past is not to be longed for. It's an on-going process for me not to scorn those still in the bubble. I call it being stuck.
This, however, MAY not be the case.
It's not necessarily wrong for those in my old bubble to remain in that bubble. Just because I have left the bubble does not mean that they should too.
The truth is that God has different plan for everyones life, and His plans all have their own unique timing.
Hmmm....
This leads me to the idea of "bubbles". I have always been in a bubble. I think God made us to be in bubbles. I think God created us with a desire to belong.
That being said, I think that there are good bubbles and not so good bubbles. Obviously, a gang is a type of bubble. Obviously, not good. A community of underground believers are in a bubble. Good bubble.
Too much of anything is bad (for most everything).
You've all heard it, so here it is: if you know not what life is like outside of "your" bubble, you're living in a state of ignorance, and yes, it's wrong, and yes, it's your own fault.
if you have not grown as a person in the last, let's say, 2.5 years, then you're wrong, and yes, it's your own fault.
Know that life is a gift from God, and it is a gift not meant to be stagnant or squandered. Do not waste your life.
For the record, this isn't at all what I had in mind blogging about tonight, but I hope you enjoy none-the-less. My intended topic may or may not surface in the future.
Goodnight and Godspeed!
