I’ve come to the conclusion that there are basic things that we all need, but we rarely talk about. In fact, I think we not only shut off discussions about our core needs with others but we also refuse to admit them to ourselves.
But wouldn’t it be better if we could just share the rest of our story?
If we were honest, we’d admit that we need to feel loved.
We need to feel like we belong.
That people are there to support us. Encourage us. Carry us when we’re at the end of our resources. Celebrate with us when we’re at our highest point.
Most (though not all) of us can find this refuge in family and in select friends. But I would argue that this isn’t enough.
Our hearts long for significance.
There’s a yearning within all of us to matter in the greater context.
I think that’s what The Boy and I are searching for in our 101 goal to
Waiting at the end of that investment is the rest of our story.