We live in a world of rules. Some of us do a really good job at following them and some of us don’t. Some of us naturally gravitate towards doing what is expected of us, because society has taught us that those are the things we need to do to be effective/effecient/successful/you-fill-in-the-blank. They teach us them in school from a young age… how to edit our behavior in such a way as to not tick anyone off, and to climb the success ladder. Conventional wisdom confirms these rules, the vast majority of people follow these rules, and everything around us teaches them as the only way to live. And the weird thing is… they are all right! If you play the game by the rules, you’ll be happy.
I have it in my heart to do something. Not something big, or new… that would be arrogant to claim that… something small. This thing requires some rules to be broken. I’m not talking about robbing a bank or laundering money or anything like that… but this thing is something that if I were to pursue it, I’d be in a place where every rule of logic and reason would break down. Something that no one in the world would recommend that I follow through with it.
My enthusiasm is quickly met with 20 reasons why not.
My excitement is confronted with advice… things like ‘wait,’ ‘be patient,’ ‘think it through.’
My compulsion is squelched by the opinions of men who have played by the rules for so long, risk is not an option.
There’s this crazy friction in life between practicality and risk… on the one hand you want to be wise and not do something stupid.
On the other hand, there’s a part in every one of us that a life that is not lived in pursuit of something miraculous is not worth living.
And though rules have their place, “to live without risk is to risk not living.” (Brennan Manning)