“…it would seem that our lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. we are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. we are far too easily pleased.”
- c.s. lewis, the weight of glory
i had a disturbing realization this morning. for various morbid reasons i was pondering how i would feel if i learned i had a few months to live, and i concluded that it wouldn’t be that terrible.
i mean, frankly, i’ve got no girlfriend, wife, or kids – not even a pet. very few things in this world depend on me being around. true, it’d be hard on my poor mother. and i would hope at least a few of my friends would be a bit shaken up but such things happen. not to mention, i’m sure there are folks out there who would be plenty glad to see me gone. so what am i sticking around for?
now, this is not intended to be angsty; that’s not the right emotional paradigm for understanding this. it’s in fact a bit of melodrama that gets at an underlying discontentment in my heart. it’s not a present sadness, in fact i have a life that is legitimately quite full and generally contented in the moment. but in that there is a lack of longing, a death of desire for something more than what i have before me now.
i feel like i no longer get excited about things without qualifications. my hopes have been smashed by reality around me and my own failings enough times that my desire has adapted accordingly. the past three years in particular i’ve watched the crumbling of numerous things in which i had such high hopes, such excitement and now i’m hesitant to say i ever cared anyhow. i’ve come to a point of cynicism, of preemptively quashing tiny bits of excitement in my own heart before they become another source of pain or regret.
i want to be free to hope abundantly, to love ridiculously, and to reach out to people with a depth and honesty that frankly i’m just afraid to right now. i want to go beyond attendance and into engagement with the life around me. but those desires seem so nebulous, so likely to fail that it’s hard for me to hope that i’ll ever accomplish them.
so what am i left with but hoping in something else?