“Bet you dont know?” smirks a friend.
“No, i dont.” A splendid confession I was proud to concede as honesty has always been a good friend. The problem was doubt sunk in. “What should i know?”
“I dont know.” A pause ensues and confusion from both parties. Together we pondered “What is there to know?”
From there we politely parted ways, perplexed as to what next to do with our respective lives.
Do any of us really know our purpose? I recall as a kid having a myriad of dreams. I wanted to be a teacher, lawyer, school counselor, dancer and even a missionary in the inner city for single moms and their kids. I am none of those. I am exactly the opposite in all regards but as I head into the second act I return to my roots.
All dreams stem from seeds and what heart is fertile produces endless blossoms.