I used to think that emptiness was something that needed to be combated at every second of the day. Feeling empty? Shoot someone a text. Feeling empty? Go out with friends. Feeling empty? Flip on the TV and fit into that narrative. Emptiness feels scary, unless you have dealt with it before. Or, at least, know where to turn when you feel it.
In college, I had an existential crisis. It’s easy to say now, but it really rocked me for a few months. I had chosen what I knew was a safe career path, and I knew I would be making great money. Fall semester of my senior (fourth) year, I was sitting in my Tuesday 2PM class and was struck by the thought, “You’ll never be happy doing this the rest of your life.”
Definition of curate (v.)- to pull together, sift through, and select for presentation. // I don’t know about you, but I most definitely have caught myself putting more effort into the presentation of my Instagram profile rather than myself. Because it’s just so easy.
And if by grace, then it is no longer by works; if it were, grace would no longer be grace. - Romans 11:6 -
We’re chasing the acceptance of a society whose standards are constantly ebbing and flowing. Even once you acquire it, it’s not guaranteed, and you can be back at square one just as quickly as the next fad hits popularity.
Shallow desires of the heart are frivolous, at best: the more we indulge in them, the more we time-warp our lives. By carelessly following desires set forth by miscellaneous social, cultural, and familial influences, we lose days/weeks/months/years of our lives to a path that has a dead end. These are easy desires to follow in the grand scheme of life- society tells us that that’s what we should be doing. Taking life by the reigns, honing in on what we think we are good at, and exploiting whatever talents we have to the betterment of our lives. To gain that job. That house. That relationship. But then when all that is “achieved,” what next? How do we become fulfilled?