Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
I am a fearful man, as those of you who have read some of my words have probably gathered. And I have written, off and on, for years, dating back to my childhood.
I wrote stories, essays, and reports, all of which are sadly unpublished and lost to time (I say this not because their quality was good by any measure, but because I would rather enjoy their remembrance).
But in my fear, I have been afraid to share my writing. And so I stopped. Most assuredly, I would take up either the pen or the keys of my beloved laptop from time to time, but for the most part, I let my love of writing die.
As you can no doubt tell from my current flurry of posts, this love has been rekindled, predominantly by my study of the Bible, but also by my study of the world itself. After all, I am surrounded by beautiful things, and writings, and images, and what better way to enjoy them than to share them?
Indeed, in my neglect, I have lost nearly ten years of training in writing that I could have completed, had I only willed to overcome my fears, and embrace the virtue of courage.
Alas, though I have not done so, I am grateful to you, dear reader, for your continued encouragement. And though I have wasted such precious time as I was given, and thus squandered to some extent this love that I have for writing (and thus inhibited what small talent I should have trained), I do hope that through continuing effort, I may still bring you, dear reader, a measure of joy.
Each day is a gift. And you who have been given a gift, should not waste it in pursuit of distraction. I am 28, and for fear of judgement, I have lost ten good years.
Please, dear reader. Take courage. Enjoy your talent. Hone it. Be humble in it. Glorify God with it.
Modern Survival Arkansas 