So this is actually an old post, saved in draft form, that I had begun to write in January and for whatever reason never finished or published. However, as unpolished as all my blogs tend to be, this one has truth in it that I need as a reminder to myself-- live a life well-lived and don't be afraid to do so.
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Not solely by my own resolution or will, although I will turn my mind and intentions toward such things as life, both living it and giving it well.
For those of us who call ourselves "realists" (guilty as charged), it is easy to lose perspective and truth amidst all that logic and cleverly disguised pessimism. Take risks on things that matter! Stick your neck out when it counts! Make your life a life well-lived, the kind of life you deep down want to live. Don't talk yourself out of beautiful things. Realists were children once, seeing the world and truth in all its pure and unfiltered glory, messy but experienced in fullness and joy. Somewhere along the way, they were badly burned, once or twice, or a million times daily. They stuck their necks out and were scorned, they took a plunge somewhere along the way and instead of landing in the water they hit the pavement. Broken hearts can suck the life out of the strongest souls.
BUT WAKE UP! There is hope, there is life after burden, after sorrow, after pain. There is a great awakening from even the most severe hardships. I dare to repeat again: there is hope. The question is, are you willing to fight for it? Are you willing to keep your peace at all costs? Has it been stolen from you? Don't let the world take such wonderful truths out of you. Truths so pure that the world learns to desensitize themselves to it, because it is painful to be so vulnerable. IT IS VULNERABLE, and vulnerability is not always received well. Who really ever wants to be hurt? But admit it, you're either going to be hurt by other people and life circumstances (and then get back up again, stronger) or you're going to live your life hurting yourself, withholding all the truest of joys and life from your heart and soul for the sake of self-preservation. Screw that mess! Call it like you see it, live in community with one another. Messy, awkward, deep and sincere community where people say the wrong thing and make mistakes but at the end of the day there's grace for it. There's pardon for it, because we're all big bags of brokenness just wanting to be loved in spite of it.
I've tried to run from it, I tried to say no way, it's impossible-- but I was wrong. It is not impossible, it is inevitable. I've seen people who haven't experienced TRUE joy in the longest time, and it is a miserable thing. You hear it in their words, in their voice, in the way they talk and look at people. Their interpretations of life are heart wrenchingly "realistic", but more along the lines of dreadfully the opposite.
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