room for one more
My husband and I just got back from a three-day seminar on real estate investing. It was one of those experiences that just blew everything I thought I knew about a subject or a belief system right out of the water. When it is all said and done you're responsible to decide if you believe what you heard, and if you did, what are you going to do about it? Doing nothing is an option, of course. So is acting on the information, even though it will move you right out of your comfort zone, make you fearful and nervous, require energy and time, require you to prove what you learned is indeed true. Your life will change somehow. A door has now appeared-will you walk through it? Will it be Door Number One or Door Number Two? As each day goes by the window of life's opportunities gets a little smaller.
Because our brains are totally fried, we held off Door Number Two for a few days. What we did do was watch the movie, "Collateral", the story of a cabbie (Jamie Foxx) whose all night fare is a hit man (Tom Cruise). What begins to unfold is the realization of the cabbie that the dreams he has will never be acted upon because up to this point nothing in life has motivated him enough to do anything other than be in that cab. He only talks about what he wants but does nothing to change his life. The hit man taunts him that his life will go by and he'll find himself on a Barcalounger in front of the tv, an old man, never having achieved or even tried to achieve his dreams. What the cabbie had to do to stop the hit man made him realize he could. It was a moment, a question, a challenge due to circumstances offering this man the chance to embrace a more risky, more full existence.
There are plenty of us opting one way or another to be told what to do. We're fine being comfortable, we're fine being led. We're fine not listening to voices that tell us there's more. Sometimes they come from places unfamiliar. Do we trust our own instincts or the voice of a stranger more? We can go on blindly, not changing when everything around us does. One very memorable Twilight Zone told the story of a woman who had a premonition of death. She kept dreaming about a nurse saying "Room for one more, honey" at the door of a morgue. It troubled her, but she didn't think much of it until she was boarding a plane and the stewardess said the infamous line to her. She ran from the plane and watched it take off from the ground. It exploded in the sky shortly after take-off. Well, that doesn't typically happen, but you know what-some things that do may as well be as impacting. Are we all going to die? Yes, at some point. Those things that happen to us, inviting us to live more, to circumvent a slow decay, to choose a bright burst into eternity...to choose-that is the key.
Because our brains are totally fried, we held off Door Number Two for a few days. What we did do was watch the movie, "Collateral", the story of a cabbie (Jamie Foxx) whose all night fare is a hit man (Tom Cruise). What begins to unfold is the realization of the cabbie that the dreams he has will never be acted upon because up to this point nothing in life has motivated him enough to do anything other than be in that cab. He only talks about what he wants but does nothing to change his life. The hit man taunts him that his life will go by and he'll find himself on a Barcalounger in front of the tv, an old man, never having achieved or even tried to achieve his dreams. What the cabbie had to do to stop the hit man made him realize he could. It was a moment, a question, a challenge due to circumstances offering this man the chance to embrace a more risky, more full existence.
There are plenty of us opting one way or another to be told what to do. We're fine being comfortable, we're fine being led. We're fine not listening to voices that tell us there's more. Sometimes they come from places unfamiliar. Do we trust our own instincts or the voice of a stranger more? We can go on blindly, not changing when everything around us does. One very memorable Twilight Zone told the story of a woman who had a premonition of death. She kept dreaming about a nurse saying "Room for one more, honey" at the door of a morgue. It troubled her, but she didn't think much of it until she was boarding a plane and the stewardess said the infamous line to her. She ran from the plane and watched it take off from the ground. It exploded in the sky shortly after take-off. Well, that doesn't typically happen, but you know what-some things that do may as well be as impacting. Are we all going to die? Yes, at some point. Those things that happen to us, inviting us to live more, to circumvent a slow decay, to choose a bright burst into eternity...to choose-that is the key.
posted by Sue O. (aka Joannie, SS) at 6:43 PM
2 Comments:
You know, you really do inspire me with your writing. I know it's primarily for your own "therapy", but you make me think about things in a different way. Sometimes I take my faith way too lightly.
I'm really glad you're inspired! That's as much a reason for me to do this as anything.
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