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Live your dream..!

While in my cousins house a few weeks ago I saw a lovely painting of a ship on her wall and on going closer realized it was painted by my uncle who had retired as a very senior officer in the Air Force. "I didn't know he could paint!" I said. "Even dad didn't know," said my cousin with a smile, "till he had a heart attack, was forced to take rest and found he had a talent to paint!" There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer. When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!"
He now works for a software company, writing error messages. Those beautiful dreams we have for the rest of our lives too often don't materialize. And, again too often, we look back dissatisfied with the direction we took or the place we finally reached. Frederick Buechner, in his book The Hungering Dark(New York: Seabury Press, 1968), talks about looking back at high school yearbooks.
He plays a sad game, remembering what all his classmates hoped and dreamed of becoming. "In my class, as in any class, at any school," he says, "there were students who had a real flair, a real talent, for something. Maybe it was for writing or acting or sports. Maybe it was an interest and a joy in working with people. Sometimes it was just their capacity for being so alive that made you more alive to be with them. Yet now, a good many years later, I have the feeling that more than just a few of them are spending their lives at work in which none of these gifts is being used. This is the sadness of the game .."
Matt Lamb could have been one of those people. Until 1987, Matt owned and ran his own funeral home in Chicago. But that year, a doctor told Matt that he had a fatal disease. So he closed the funeral home and pursued his true passion, painting.
Soon, Matt's art drew national attention. He became quite successful. Only after Matt had found success in his dream career did doctors discover that they had misdiagnosed him. He wasn't going to die after all. A misdiagnosis may have saved him from a life of meaninglessness. Not that owning one's own small business is in any way unworthy, but it simply was not Matt's true passion. In his heart, he wanted to paint, and he would never be truly happy until he pursued that dream, wherever it finally led him.
What does it take to move us to follow our passions? Must we face a crisis before we step off the safe, known path onto the unknown trail of adventure we've dreamed of following all our lives?
Singer Joan Baez reminds us: "You don't get to choose how you're going to die or when. You can only decide how you're going to live."
That decision is too important to put off
another day..!
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ROBERT CLEMENTS

Live your dream..! While in my cousins house a few weeks ago I saw a lovely painting of a ship on her wall and on going closer realized it was painted by my uncle who had retired as a very senior officer in the Air Force. I didnt know he could paint! I said. Even dad didnt know, said my cousin with a smile, till he had a heart attack, was forced to take rest and found he had a talent to paint! There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer. When asked to define great he said, I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger! He now works for a software company, writing error messages. Those beautiful dreams we have for the rest of our lives too often dont materialize. And, again too often, we look back dissatisfied with the direction we took or the place we finally reached. Frederick Buechner, in his book The Hungering Dark(New York: Seabury Press, 1968), talks about looking back at high school yearbooks. He plays a sad game, remembering what all his classmates hoped and dreamed of becoming. In my class, as in any class, at any school, he says, there were students who had a real flair, a real talent, for something. Maybe it was for writing or acting or sports. Maybe it was an interest and a joy in working with people. Sometimes it was just their capacity for being so alive that made you more alive to be with them. Yet now, a good many years later, I have the feeling that more than just a few of them are spending their lives at work in which none of these gifts is being used. This is the sadness of the game .. Matt Lamb could have been one of those people. Until 1987, Matt owned and ran his own funeral home in Chicago. But that year, a doctor told Matt that he had a fatal disease. So he closed the funeral home and pursued his true passion, painting. Soon, Matts art drew national attention. He became quite successful. Only after Matt had found success in his dream career did doctors discover that they had misdiagnosed him. He wasnt going to die after all. A misdiagnosis may have saved him from a life of meaninglessness. Not that owning ones own small business is in any way unworthy, but it simply was not Matts true passion. In his heart, he wanted to paint, and he would never be truly happy until he pursued that dream, wherever it finally led him. What does it take to move us to follow our passions? Must we face a crisis before we step off the safe, known path onto the unknown trail of adventure weve dreamed of following all our lives? Singer Joan Baez reminds us: You dont get to choose how youre going to die or when. You can only decide how youre going to live. That decision is too important to put off another day..! [email protected]