We’re home from Idaho–just for tonight and tomorrow–and on Friday we’ll be heading down to The Great State of AZ. All the time I’ve spent on the road lately has lent room in my head for Seriously Deep Thoughts. Thoughts like, “How many white reflector posts are between each mile marker sign?” and “Why don’t 2008 Ford Super Duty tucks have ‘objects in the mirror are closer than they appear’ written in the mirrors?” and “What is my purpose in life?”
It’s that last question I want to address here on my blog.
The first thing Poor Kyle and I did when we returned was watch last night’s episode of American Idol. [Actually, the first thing we did was deal with a broken deep freezer–the second thing we did was watch A.I.] I’ve never watched a season–nary an episode–of American Idol before this month. And actually, I am quite impressed. Of course if I was the kind of person to actually vote, I would text in my choice for Little David. The 17 year old from Utah reminds me of the kind of guy I dreamed about in high school. He’s cute in all the right ways, and my only fear is that if he wins, the world might corrupt him. Then again, if he doesn’t win, he might become bitter and disillusioned, and then where would we be?
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a mineral scientist. Nothing else would do. I was fascinated by caves and caverns, stalagmites and stalactites, obsidian and diamonds. I was mildly obsessed with rocks. I had a whole slew of them–a rock collection, if you will. In a way they were my buddies. I kept them on my closet shelf in a cardboard tomato flat, and pulled them out every day after school, just to look at them. I’m pretty sure I even had names for them–I played with rocks like some kids play with Barbies (or Bratz, since I’m keeping up with the times [I never said I was cool from birth, okay? It’s only been a recent character development]). Anyway, I wanted to go to science camp and intern at archaeological digs–it was my passion.
Somewhere during my education, though, I decided I hated science. And that was the end of it.
It makes me wonder what I’m supposed to be achieving. You know…in life. I don’t want to live my entire 100 years in the midst of mediocrity. When all is said and done, when I’m dead and in Heaven (or Hell, depending on who you’re commenting as!), I want to have passed some milestones–made my proverbial mark on the world. I don’t want to die obscure.
The problem is…there’s so much that needs changing; how am I supposed to do it all? Where does one even start? I wonder what David Archuleta would say about all this vagueness in my life.