But I do leave. Every Tuesday and Thursday when I go to teach at a local elementary school for my service hours. Every Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday when I go to church and my small group.
And today I left again on my quest to find sustenance.
I had attended the 8:30 a.m. service with my discipleship leader, staying oddly alert with only four hours of sleep the night before. The moment I arrived back to the dorm, I hopped back in bed. I took a four hour nap after reading a chapter in my book. When I woke up, however, it was too late to head over to the Penland dining hall (we call it "P-Nasty") for food. So I left the bubble in search of fast food.
After a long trek, I settled for Jack-In-The-Box. Unfortunately, I realized when I got there that I had taken the long way; there was a shortcut right in front of the restaurant.
But it wasn't so unfortunate.
But it wasn't so unfortunate.
I left campus. I left the bubble behind, even if it was for some greasy fast food.
The sense of normalcy in our lives is like a bubble. If we don't leave it, what opportunities are we missing? What delicious Jack-In-The-Box tacos are out there that we don't devour because...we're too lazy? We're too scared to walk over the highways and through life's metaphorical sketchy neighborhoods?
Sometimes to find ourselves, to make it to that next stepping stone, to move on with our lives, we have to leave our comfort zone. We have to exit the bubble. This was a hard lesson I had to learn when I left Japan when I was twelve. It was hard when I had to leave my family behind and strike out on my own.
If you stay in that same bubble all your life, what will you lose?
If you stay in that same bubble all your life, what will you lose?
I've lost some battles, but I've grown some too. And it's been worth it in the long run.
Jack-In-The-Box tacos are completely worth the long walk I have to make to procure them.
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