20 Jan

The dragon I haven’t seen, lurks in the mist.
I know it is there as I have seen the war-torn veterans that have done battle with it.
I have seen the struggle and received the shrapnel, but no direct fire.
This dragon is Story.
This is the dragon that has men telling about adventures they have had and shared.
They share their triumphs and failures.
They talk like kids trying to drink water when they are out of breath.

I went to see my uncle, my Dad’s older brother, recently. The news had been erroneous on his health status, but I still wanted to go. I have always enjoyed hearing the stories, and there seems to be some bond between my uncle and me that I can’t explain. As I sat and listened, I had glimpses of my Dad telling me his stories, and I had glimpses of me as a child enamored with both mens’ adventures. He was sharing his heart, relating times that he felt free and alive. He was sharing disappointments and sorrows, regrets and triumphs. He was being present and past. I went on his journey with him, understood his pain and his grief. He wanted a companion and I was there at the right time. Intriguing how we try and muscle through life solo and when recalling it, want a companion.

This dragon is the Quest for relevance. It is the desire to write the book of your life and know others will read it. It is hoping that it isn’t too late to lead the life you would want others to read. This dragon involves the introspection and review of your life: good and bad.

After hearing my Dad’s stories, I wondered about my own book. I decided that I would read the pages periodically as I lived them and rewrite what needed to be rewritten. It sounded much easier then it turned out to be. The book we write is never adequate while we are living it because it hasn’t been concluded. It is difficult to tell your impact while in the midst of the action. There were aspect of my life that I was able to start to turn a phrase and page on. There were some parts that I have yet to figure out how to rewrite. It is difficult to write a book as one of the characters.
As my uncle spoke, many years after my Dad’s stories had affected me, I heard the truth about the book you write. The overall topic, the chapters, are not important. No one (not even God) really gets hung up on what you do. It is all about how you do what you do. The adventure of life consists mainly of living life rather than plunging through it.

So, for me, I want to live into the fullness of life. I want to celebrate for all it is: good and bad. I want to write a book I would want to read.

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