Putting away a stack of barely finished homework and piles of notes, it’s easy to question why anyone in their right mind would sleep at 3 am learning physics for the third consecutive night (technically morning). At this point, I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt rested. Seven weeks into the semester, I’ve found myself alone more often than I have ever been in my whole life. Even when there are opportunities to play and have fun, the exhaustion buries any desire to go out.
So why? Why do I or anyone else decide to swim a marathon of schooling, work, volunteering, whatever. I find myself asking this question as often as I come up for air. Sometimes I tell myself it’s for the accomplishments. The feeling of being successful and productive. Sometimes I believe it’s for my parents or for my future wife and kids. But most of the times I fall to the idea of wealth and prestige at the end of it all. More than not, I forget the real purpose for my labor. The true reward for work is not found in the question for what, but for whom.
It’s all for Him. He is the audience of one. His kingdom is the goal and He Himself is the purpose. At least He should be. It’s a constant struggle to remember the reality of His calling isn’t it? It’s more difficult to remember than giving into the bombardment of what the world calls success. But then it wouldn’t be worth it. What’s the point of work if it’s only for temporary pleasures and accomplishments. The world will only be shaken by those working to serve the Lord.
So as a delusional college student sitting alone in his room with two energy drinks and an empty coffee cup, I’m reminded of whom I work for. Because if it’s for anything else then I might as well sleep in and forget studying. And if you’ve read up to this point, I hope you’re also encouraged by this. Stay on that grind and be reminded of our Father, whom we are meant to pursue in all things.
everything’s so funny when u use the wrong measurement:
- 5 gallons of homework
- mouthful of lint
- 20 degrees of facial oil
- 7 pints of china
- handful of fergi
- 60 mph of dad
60 MPH OF DAD