I was watching ESPN the other day. This was fairly
surprising, actually, as over the summer I pretty much stuck to re-run sitcoms
coming on from 5:00 pm – 6:30 pm, So You Think You Can Dance, and Breaking
Bad. But that day, there was a Sports
Center segment that took me down. I was the only one in the house, at that
point, and when the following clip came on, I didn't just tear up, I balled
like a school girl.
If inspiration comes from within, I was lacking it this
summer. A regular work week was mundane compared to a fast-paced and dynamic
college experience. While my family was great, most of my friends from my
hometown were abroad or working elsewhere. Going to bed at 10:30 pm and waking up at 6:15
am wasn't my bread and butter by any stretch of the imagination. But there I
was, driving a 35 minute commute, making money, and eating three square meals a
day. This was the best I think I could do this summer. I just cranked it out. It
gave me an appreciation for those men and women out there that have the same
job, whether low paying or high, for 25 years. I wonder how they do that. I
suppose it has a lot to do with commitment, a trait I seem to still be
learning. Whether I will be able to draw inspiration from within myself to
start a job after I graduate this year, I am questioning. Without anyone to
work for but myself, will I be able to get up on my own every day and push
through 8 hours at the office? I’m not sure.
But maybe inspiration comes from others. Maybe I work for
more than just myself. Maybe I work not because I should but because I must. If
a young boy can do everything he can to maximize whatever God gave or didn’t
give him, then certainly I should do the same. When he was given the chance to
walk, even when others told him that he couldn’t, he took it. When he was given
the chance to run, he ran. He didn’t finish first. He finished last. But he
finished. And that’s inspiration enough for me. Enough inspiration, that is, to
floor me emotionally.
I wonder what chances are being given to me. I’ve been told
the world is at my fingertips. Maybe it is. Maybe I should take hold of it by
horns. But I can’t do that by my own; I need inspiration. I need a hero. Or maybe
I need someone to save. I need not to want
to be the best I can be, whatever that is, but to have to be the best I can be. I need a cheerleader or maybe someone to cheer
for. I need someone to show me how to run. Or maybe I need someone to run to. I
need someone to love me. Or maybe, I just need somebody to love.
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