Our minds are wonderful factories of ideas and creations.
It’s where anything is possible, great and awful. It’s where our dreams are made. It’s also where we give more fuel to fear than fear could ever get by itself. The mind is freshman year away from home, loaded with 15 extra pounds but also a transforming class.
It’s a buffet where no one counts your pizza slices. How do you even navigate that?
That journey in our minds can’t even be measured in milliseconds or milligrams, but it can cover miles and millenniums. What’s the limit? It’s where the final turn in the cure for cancer will happen.
It’s in the neighborhood, also, where the concepts of ISIS and SARS and identity theft are tossed and cultivated.
Our minds are like the Internet – hope and horror in seeming harmony, in the same duplex.
Should latch down and cower? Guard against all our Kryptonite and take the safe road the whole way? A while back, Beth posted a comic and a quote on her blog, “I didn’t have my glasses on …” She titled it Fear, and it’s been on my mind a lot lately.
Check it out. And come back.
The piñata cowboy rides with risk and reward. It’s about avoiding the big stick. What’s the use if you hide from it every day? I wouldn’t ride a piñata into a Louisville Slugger Festival, but I’d take it on the range. See, there’s that balance there.
It’s how you navigate life when you’re stuffed with candy.What’s the point of riding in the first place? I’ll never skydive or cliff-dive or dive into a pallet of Charmin in the back of a membership warehouse (again, probably.)
But you know what? I won’t live in fear of the big stick and other hazards.
There’s too much to gain if you’ll just ride! (And one good whack doesn’t bring down all the candy. Relax.) So, I’ll ride. You should too.
It’s how you’ll find your matching piece in an 11,000-piece jigsaw puzzle.
It’s how you’ll know for sure what happens when you plop a junior frosty into a cup of vanilla root beer.
It’s where you learn if your hunch is awesome or atrocious.
It’s just the right shirt for just the right trip.
Fear’s always there like sunburn or calories or the oakland raiders, but it shouldn’t keep a boy from dreaming and navigating and hoping and living.
Even if the horse you ride is loaded with gobstoppers.
And decorated like a Rose Bowl float.