So. Typically I try to get on here and say something inspirational or deep or something like that, but I think I’m going to use this blog for what real people use it for: just talking.

So. I’m tired. I’m really tired. I’ve been tired for…3 years. Ha. Kind of kidding, kind of not. I’ve been doing a lot of deep thinking recently and I won’t bore you with the subtle nuances, but in a nutshell I’ve been wondering what makes people get up from day to day. Now before I continue, realize this: I’m not trying to say anything super inspirational or deep or anything like that, just something I’ve been thinking and you can make it deep if you want, but this is just something simple that I waste time thinking about. Some people get up for families, sons and daughters, husbands and wives; some people wake up for money or success, the big house and the good life; some people are just simply pumped about being able to wake up and make it onto another day. But what about people who aren’t driven by money, people who don’t have family or significant others, people who are sick of the daily grind?

Don’t get me wrong, I have a family and I love them very much, but they don’t get me out of bed at 8am on a Monday (ha!). I’m not driven by money, though I enjoy being comfortable, and I am quite simply annoyed with the daily grind. So I stopped and thought the other day: what gets me out of bed in the morning? I then extended that thought to everyone else on earth; why do they wake up? What is worth it? Why go through all the trouble to build a life, get an education, get a job, work your life away to buy the house and the car, have a few kids, love a husband/wife if you’re just going to die? Those are all great things, but why are we doing them? Because we’re told to, or because there is a driving force behind it? If you have no driving force then every banal movement of your 80 +/- years on this Earth becomes…well…meaningless.

Okay, I understand this has gotten a little deep, but like I said, these are run of the mill thoughts for me. If that’s too much for you, I’m sorry. I honestly have a pretty light feeling about it all, though, so follow me on the wrap up.

Like I said, without a driving force, a purpose, why get up in the morning? Why go through all of those movements? I can’t speak for the spiritual direction of all those others on earth, but I can say that I investigated my own life and dug as far as I logically could until I hit one thing: Jesus put me on this earth. Typical, right? But it really hit me pretty hard. Jesus/The Father/The Spirit placed me on this earth for a specific time and a specific purpose. It doesn’t matter how big or small the purpose is, it doesn’t matter the kind of impact I’ll have, what matters is that all of those movements that once seemed stale—the hours spent at work, the practicing, love had and lost, success and failure, sunny days and rain, car payments, friendships, family time, solitude and everything in between—instantly take on a meaning that I probably wont ever comprehend. Those movements now fit into a Kingdom plan, a new movement in a never ending sonata orchestrated by the One who knows all and has seen all and I have the honor of playing a part, no matter how small.

That’s why I can get up at 8am. Have a good Monday everyone.