great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.
i have been challenged, these past few months, to find my idols. what is the center of my life? what do my conversations revolve around? i am certain that parts of my brain are barren wastelands. you wouldn’t want to take your dreams there, or offer residence to your imagination. the walls of my being are chicken scratch and graffiti and i have been forced to sift through and discover piles of junk.
i am incredibly rich with friends that i can talk big with. we dream and ponder the wonders of God and space and the core of life. there is no limit and getting outside of the box is a must.
in short, i want to be who eleanor roosevelt describes as, a great mind. i want to leave the simple, petty comments and insignificant bantering behind and step into a new kind of conversation.