Delusions of Mediocrity

I had a nightmare last night that was probably the scariest I've had in a long while. I dreamed that I was an insurance salesman, every day for fifty years, I watched as though in fast motion the pictures on the walls of my office fade, the shiny name plate loses its luster. I got older and older and older until the day came when my tweny to thirty year old boss came in and informed me that they were finally granting me early retirement. I went home to an empty house and surfed the net for a while. I would go fishing on the weekends with other old men. I would look at the mahogony desk my grandfather gave me years ago, thinking of the stories I had always dreamed of writing there, back when I was twenty, and naive.

The dream didn't end there, but I'd rather not think about what happened next. Let's just say no one came to my funeral. It was like the last scene in "Death of a Salesman". A true nightmare of mediocrity.

First of all, I don't want anyone to think I'm down on insurance salesmen. I have a lot of respect for anyone that can do that, but I know it's not the life for me. That being said, on with my rant.
I've been toying with the idea recently that generally, all of us have untapped and unlimited potential. We have the ability to "Defy Gravity" as a pretty girl of my aquaintance mantras periodically.

I think she's right. I think we are only limited by the boundaries we set in our own minds. I believe it was Napolean Hill who said "We become that which dominates our thoughts."

Carpe Diem. Seize the day. It's time, my friends. Your hour is upon you. What will you do with it? For myself, I think I shall avoid insurance offices, and put that mahogony desk to use, before I become too naive to use it.

Sometimes God sends Angels

I was coming off a hard day. Not entirely good, but not entirely bad. My camping trip was spoiled, but my boating trip was not. I fought with my parents, was lectured several times and was ready to disappear.

Then God sent me angels. Three wonderful, beautiful girls who don't mind running through the sprinklers and helping a guy with a chip on his shoulder.

I got to thinking back to other angels in my life. There was the beautiful, platinum blonde who could make me smile despite me deepest anger spells. The same girl who would come over to my apartment and just hang out, which always seemed to come when I'd had a bad day. She would feel sad, and would come to our beloved "Dungeon", and all would be well, for all of us.

I think often of the girl I came to think of as Queen of the stage. She ruled it like a kingdom, her eyes shining with intelligence and majesty. Everyone obeyed her, often without knowing why. I once thought that the moment she cut her beautiful brown hair, my heart would burst, though it turns out her power trascended even the heavenly laws of hair, for when I first saw her in a picture with it cut, I was stunned that none of her majesty, none of her glory was diminished one jot or tittle.

Of course who could forget the radiant and mysterious brunette with the soul of a gypsy of my acquaintance, who gave me no end of frustration, but at the same time was always there when I needed to talk, though I think I took her up on it only once or twice.

There was the brilliant, sweet, and funny girl from High School. What she saw in me I still haven't figured out, and I'm sure she often asks herself the same question.

You could say I'm one lucky guy. I didn't really recognize it before, but I really am. I've seen real live true angels, sent to me from the God of Heaven, whether they knew they were or not. Thanks girls.

Who you really are...

Did you ever sit back in a comfortable place, and just imagine yourself in the role you were meant to be born in?

I was meant to be born a knight. I can almost see myself on the evening before my official knighting, spending time in prayer and supplication before an altar, my sword strapped to my back. A long ceremonial cloak flows past my plate and chain mail, decorated in the colors of my house. Black, silver, and red.

I would wear my hair long, to show my enemies I'm not afraid to give them the advantage (testosterone-ish? maybe, but this is MY fantasy, not yours).

What about you?