Something About Nothing


What if I did nothing?

A picture of nothing.

A picture of nothing.

Good question.

Here is a short list of what doing nothing looks like. On the one hand:

  • it’s easy
  • feels like rest
  • gives you time to reflect on things you could have done, but opted for nothing
  • saves you for a time to do something

On the other hand, doing nothing:

  • could have helped someone
  • could have made a difference
  • costs you time you can never get back

I don’t think we are called to live a life of doing nothing. I’ve done some very fulfilling things like getting married, becoming a father, buying a home, having a career and so on. My life has been filled with blessings, activities, events, experiments, excursions, and stuff. Each minute of each day is occupied, but the true stand-out, pure joy, never forget moments across the span of life are relatively few. Not that I’m disapointed with life – there are many stand out moments – but it occurs to me that much of it is filled doing nothing. There is a better use of my time. There is something not yet done.

But why? Why haven’t I done something about doing nothing?  Risk? Uncertainty? Am I fearful of how I might be judged? It’s kind of like the feeling you get when you watch a really good movie based on a true story and feel inspired. I watch and think “Wow, they really did that. Why not me?” Then I think that’s just a movie about a good story and I could never do what they did and go home and go to bed and wake up the next day and go about life (tick, tock)…and still there is something I’m doing nothing about.

The older I get, the clearer I see the cost of doing nothing. It’s another day gone when I could have jumped in. It’s another cause or person not fought for. It’s another face in the crowd passed by. It’s another hungry child in the world, who thinks that they are unworthy and unlovable.

I have interests, dreams and goals, but there comes a time when the research is complete and the results are in. I’ve worried and prayed. My eyes are open and I know.  There’s no doubt in my head and heart.

It’s time to do something.

 

 

 

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