Life can seem very average sometimes, especially when you see adventure in the lives around you. It is as these moments when deep ugly things begin to raise their head and suck the joy out of life – envy, depression, loathing. I feel that when these moments come, and they will come, we have a few options, some of which probably depend on the personality/struggles of the individual. One of these paths, a bad one, is to lump all the folk who are experiencing adventure into one category and poo poo it for the mere fact that you are suffering from it’s deprivation (in that particular form – I would not say that the possibility of adventure is completely absent in any life).

Being someone who has a foot bent towards self-righteousness as a way of resolving internal stuggles, I am sad to say that this is the first idea that pops into my head. However, when I turn my heart from envy to the white hot passion of my God I begin to be aware of who I really am. A son of the King. It is He who lifts me up out of my ghostly self and puts me into newness. It is from this newness that He gives the grace to love the adventure of others and rejoice in their blessing.

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