So watching this:



Pretty dang... inspiring? If we were speaking Christianese (which I suppose, from this point forward we are), this would be what we would call "convicting", convicting because-- think of the things that you would give up breathing for.

For God, I am devoted, I am impassioned, but even now, I'm could be running out, hands held high, praising the onslaught on Sunday, rejoicing the opportunity to worship my Lord and Savior at the altar of my fathers, but-- I am going to the later service. I read the bible and hear amazing stories about people and their faith, about how they would lay down their life before giving up their faith, how they would suffer starvation and brutalization for it. I admire it, but in a way that I feel is sadly lukewarm, I'm not exactly itching to get started.

For writing, there was a time when I would go down into the basement and write my novels, and I would not remember if I had eaten. There were times, when I did not have something to work on and I would get anxious and restless. I would have fantastic dreams, like someone on malaria medicine, and only when I started writing again would the dreams stop, the anxiety stop, the restlessness stop, but- I wouldn't give up breathing for it. I rarely give up sleep for it. I throw myself against the wall repeatedly and come up with fiction, but really? Do I want it bad enough?

And so this being Sunday and I am, as they say, "convicted". Do I want what i want to want badly enough?-- Do you?

Woah, being successful is hard. But that film is convicting. I guess I'll be successful now :3
» Zanzibar on 2014-02-27 09:09:41

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