If there was any uncertainty about my current level of physical fitness, I confirmed all my inadequacies this past week as I barreled through the Atlanta airport in an attempt to make my flight home.
Our delayed flight met further delays upon arrival to Atlanta as we waited for an open gate. With each passing minute, my belief that I was making my connection dwindled.
There was a very small chance if I sprinted...
The doors opened, and I was off. I didn’t care what I looked like. I didn’t care how winded I would be. I didn’t care about anything other than getting home that night.
My departing gate finally came into view, as my lungs burned and heart pounded. The gate was obviously about to close, but I had made it.
In my mind, though, I was already thinking about a standby seat on the last flight to BHM or a rental car to make the two-hour drive. I had a Plan B and C.
I knew what I wanted. I also knew there was a chance I’d fail and miss the flight, but I wasn’t stopping at my first failed attempt. That’s when I remembered a quote I’d heard days before.
“Failure is not falling down. Failure is choosing to stay down.”
I imagined the conversation with Lacie: “Hey, I missed my flight. I guess I’ll never get home. I’ve really enjoyed being married, but I failed at my first attempt at flying home, so now I’m done trying.”
She would think I was kidding (or crazy)...
But we use this ridiculous pattern in so many areas of our life! Maybe it’s not always the first attempt. Maybe it’s the third, fourth, or even fifth. Regardless, if the end goal is meaningful enough, you’ll stop at nothing.
The challenge is fueling the desire. “Why?” Why do you do anything? What lights a fire in your soul, brings a tear to your eye, keeps you up at night? What would you sprint for until your lungs burst?
When you find it, nothing will stop you.
Our vision for our life will drive every decision we make, including when to give up or move on. I challenge you, and myself, to gain clarity, to hold up the picture constantly, to never give up, to not tread lightly or go quietly, for the pursuits that mean the most.
In the words of the poet, Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
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