Thursday, 17 April 2014

Disappointment

A few weeks ago I found myself seizing an opportunity, and applying to be part of an expedition in Sudan scheduled for August/September this year. Much to my surprise I was accepted to be part of the team! The combination of excitement and dread that filled my heart is impossible to explain, and resulted in numerous nights of bad sleep as a result, but one thing I was certain of - I was finally going to be able to be part of something truly significant. An experience that is quite literally the once in a lifetime kind. We were scheduled to be the FIRST.

Now, we aren't scheduled at all...

I read the mail saying that the expedition had been cancelled this morning, and my heart broke within my chest. Where every part of me that has ever been comfortable had been raging against the idea of taking on this kind of expedition, there was now a gaping hole and sense of loss. I thought that there would be a sense of relief. But there is nothing of the sort. I am simply left with the true taste of disappointment.

I despise this feeling. The last time I felt it this badly was when they send me down, instead of up to the summit, on Kilimanjaro with Pulmonary Oedema. Bitter is the best way to describe disappointment I think, because it really does feel like the contents of your gallbladder have been deposited in to your mouth.A taste that no amount of wine (although I am willing to give it a try) will remove.

Logic is telling me that it is for the best (somehow) and that I still have other adventures on my list in the immediate future. For example I am going to Mozambique in 2 weeks to do training on entrepreneurship and finances with school leavers and small business owners. And as exciting and worthwhile as that is, not even that can take this taste in my mouth away.

Perhaps it is because I had too high hopes for the Sudan expedition. Perhaps if I had hoped for less from it, I wouldn't be this disappointed. I have friends who have told me that they are proud of me for applying in the 1st place, and that they think that just the act of doing so was a huge thing to do. And while I admit that my heart raced a bit faster as I clicked on the submit button, it was only when I got the approval that the fear set in, and told me that this adventure would be beyond everything that I had previoulsy known. This adventure would be significant...

May be it already was - in a way that I cannot yet see.

But today; today my journey is disappointing.


Friday, 7 March 2014

The Journey: Starting with the small stuff

I have a number of books on my bookshelf (a few unread to be honest). Their topics run the gambit of just about anything under the sun, including children's books.In case there is any confusion as to why that is unusual, it is because I, in point of fact, do not have any children. I do however, find children's literature fascinating on occasion.

The books closest to my heart are the biographies and autobiographies I own of men and women who have dared to make a difference in the world. The great adventurers of our time who push the boundaries of what society believes is possible whether it is in the world of adventuring or politics - these people are more than a flashbang*. They have left, and are leaving, a permanent mark on the landscape of humanity, and the thought that I cannot get out of my mind is - "why not me?"

For all my life I have desperately desired to make a mark on the world - as we all do I suppose. Mine is not a desire to be famous, or to have people remember my name when I die and build a monument to it. I want my mark to be on the hearts and minds of a generation. A generation that has forgotten how to dream beyond the visible realm. I want to leave the world knowing that somehow I have chnaged it for the better. I think that this is a sentiment that most of us on the planet share. I suspect that one would be hard pressed to find a person who wants to leave the planet worse off when they leave it. But if that is the case, if that is the true desire of our hearts, then why do we see so few people actually doing anything to improve the world? Granted, my dream does encompass the entire globe in my quest for a better humanity, and most people are happy to improve things a bit closer to home. Why is it then, that as a society we are so very comfortable with maintaining the status quo, when the know in our hearts, that the status quo only leads to the ultimate desturiction of everything we know and love?

We know climate change is real, but won't do anything to change it. We see wildlife suffering the effects of ingesting and getting caught in plastic waste, but don't teach our children not to litter at the very least, let alone set the example of recycling.

Is it because the energy and mental resolve that it takes to swim against the current of the group think of  humanity, has become is so difficult to muster, that so few people do it? It is difficult to fight the tide of negative statements that people make - even with the little things. I am fortunate enough to live in a municilapity that has given every house a speperate recylcling bin, and recyclables are collected by the municipality, making recycling that much easier for me and my community. My younger sister doesn't live in such a congenial municipality, but she still diligently seperates her recyclables and takes them through to the closest recycling collection stations when her bins are full.

Reading this, you may be praising her commitment to the well being of our planet. But you may be surprised by the amount of negativity she has received from some people telling her that she is wasting her time, and that her doing it alone, is not going to make a difference in the bigger picture. Someone with less resolve may decide that these naysayers have a point. She is the only person she knows who recycles so diligently, so what difference is she actually making? Perhaps that is the same thought that everyone else in her neighborhood had, and that is why they don't recycle. But that is my point. When negativity comes, it is easier to believe the lies than the truth that you are in fact, making a difference.

Unfortunately for many of us, the negative statetements come most often from those who are closest to us. They come from those who have seen us fail before, and for some reason instead of cheering us on as we rise to take up the challenge again, they remind us of our previous failures and ask us why we are trying again? I think this is generally done from a place of love. They don't want us to have to go through the pain of failure, so they tell us to avoid the potential pain altogether. But what of the potential glory in overcoming? Sometimes it is because they cannot understand our way of thinking, and they know that life would me so much easier for us if we just go.with.the.flow. What they don't see is that it wouldn't be easier, it would be smaller. And if the world keeps doing things the same way, it will keep ending up with the same results it always has.

What could happen if we believed in the impossible? 

For the past two months I have been in a deep space of introspection as I attempt to discover who I really am, and what my purpose is. It has so far, been one of the an incredibly painful journeys as I have come to grieve the parts of me that were lost/let go along the way because they didn't fit the mold.

One of the things that has brought immense breakthrough and heartache (strange how often those two things go together) is my current mission to complete a 40 day lifestyle and eating change as I begin this journey of discovery in to who I am . It is such a small thing, but it is a giant in my mind and heart. It is such a small thing, but I know that I will not be able to accomplish anything else that I dream of, if I cannot first conquer this. So often my mind will tell me that this is not who I am, and I should quit while I am ahead, but it is who I want to be. I am choosing to believe in, what my whole life up until now has told me is, the impossible.

Why share all of this with you?  Four simple reasons:
1 - because part of me thinks it is impossible to complete this challenge
2 - I will hopefully be able to inspire others to attempt the changes that they think are impossible.
3 -  Not enough people are truly honest enough these days. We share "truths" about ourselves, but not the ones that make us truly vulnerable, so I'm going to swim against that tide and share some of my deepest fears and insecurities.
4 - If I can't change myself, how can I expect to change the world?


"A stun grenade, also known as a flash grenade or flashbang, is a non-lethal explosive device used to temporarily disorient an enemy's senses." Basically, a big show with lots of light and noise, but no permanent effect - on anything...


Photo credits: [Photo 1] authors own
                       [Photo 2] Invisible Children

Thursday, 6 March 2014

The Journey: Introduction


I have a long held desire for significance within me.

I think most of us are aware of something in us that makes us want to leave a permanent mark on the trajectory of society. Something that says - I was here! We see it scribbled on desks and bathroom doors, carved into trees, and spray painted on to walls the world over. There is even ancient graffiti in the form of hieroglyphics found in the great pyramids of Giza (www.drhawass.com/events/mystery-hidden-doors-inside-great-pyramid-0‎), made by the artisans who worked on the great tombs identifying who they were, letting us know that they were there; that they were part of something bigger than themselves.

There are many who say that leaving these marks is just a sign that people want a sense of them being permanent in a temporal world. We look to the Bible's book of Ecclesiastes 3:11 to see that God has set eternity in the hearts of men. I believe this to be true. I believe that there is something that rises up in me and fights against the notion of death, because I have eternity written into my heart, because I am designed to live forever. I believe that with all of my heart.

But it does not, in my opinion, explain my burning desire to make a mark on the world. I'm not speaking about having a building named after me, or some grand scale monstrosity of a monument to my name, because at the end of the day - 200 years from now - the only person who will remember my name and the things that I did, is God. And I don't know if that makes me feel very big or very small, but it does make me feel responsible. Responsible to do the best with my life that I can, so that on THAT day, I can stand and say that the world was improved because I lived in it.

And so I return to my quest for significance. Not significance, for signficance sake. That is pointless, and will only lead to burn out. For those who have not been through or witnessed burnout - it is not pretty. Not pretty at all. Ask anyone who knew me in 2006-2008. What my heart craves is to make a significant impact in the world in which I live, to leave the world a better place than how I found it. Even if that means having a significant impact in just one person's life.

This is my journey.

I invite you to join me on this journey if you wish. It is certain to be an interesting one.

Maybe I will succeed. Maybe I will fail hopelessly. But the very least I can do it try. I know that as I walk this out, I will have to face some of my greatest fears, and lies that I have believed for so long. I will be forced to confront who I am and who I am not.

This journey that will hopefully end in me saying that I am working toward something truly significant, needs to start with me knowing who exactly I am, because before I can say that "I  was here", I need to be able to say that I am here...

While I refer to this journey as being one toward  significance, it is in reality a journey of significance, because the journey is life... Each one of us is on our own journey, and I'm just looking for the significant purpose in mine that my heart won't let me rest until I find.  All we can do it walk out this journey to the best of our ability, to "suck the marrow out of life" and seize each and every day, and hope to make it count for something more than ourselves; because "a man wrapped up in himself, makes a very small parcel" - John Ruskin.