Many times during the day I begin to compose a post, journal entry, essay, random prose, if you will, in my head. One of the recent ones was bemoaning the fact that my life was a series of to do lists and as soon as one major goal was finished (ie AP tests) another one quickly bopped its head up to request, no demand, my complete attention, time, and energy (ie getting a summer job). It inspired a mental essay on the futility of life, and the continual tasks that will never cease to rob life of meaning and joy. I’m so glad that idea never got onto paper.
Next mental musing: Something sweet and nostalgic about the future and the past and the present (those three always go nicely together) After all, this is the time of last tests, last classes, last hugs, last friendships, last everything, right? It is only appropiate that something sickingly sweet drip from this post. Again, I’m so relieved that one never came to fruition.
So now I’ve got two ideas that I don’t want to write about. You might be wondering if this post is ever going to have any meaning. Here it comes. While I was wrestling with these very different ideas in my head (rat-race life vs. kind reflectings) I had a new thought. My mind was turning around questions like….
“Can I be happy just living off a to-do list and fleeting memories? Is this the best it is going to get?” In the midst of this self-interrogation came a refreshingly clear and simple sentence.
The best is yet to come.
Not tomorrow, or in 10 years, or when I am retired. As long as I am me, things will be quite the same. No, the best will come after this life. How could the best possibly be in this world that is filled with brokenness and pain? If we continue to believe that the best is just another day away, we might just never get there. There is a bigger picture than this life. It’s not only bigger, its better.