Desire is a Muscle

When I was born I didn't cry or scream or anything. I wasn't flat-lined; just didn't feel like crying. The doctors had to slap me to make me cry! At times throughout my life, I have defined myself by that picture. I have thought, "I wasn't born ambitious. My personality is pretty neutral. I just don't have the desire or the drive it takes to become or pursue something really great with my life. Just wasn't born with it."

This isn't true. It's something I've learned to do to ward off disappointment. It's a way of writing myself off so that if I don't acheive the dreams in my heart, I can say, "Well, I guess there was just some fault in my wiring. I was born that way."

Maybe you've felt the same way about yourself. What I want to say is that desire is in all of us. It is there- it is part of who we are. Maybe it was there more strongly when we were children, and we've since learned to ignore it because our disappointments have been so painful.

I believe desire can be nourished. It is there, though it may be unpracticed. That I have great desire and ambition for something programmed into my DNA is a truth, even if my conviction of it is strong one day and weak the next. Even if it is just for one moment a day to start, I can excercise it. What were my desires as a child? What do I desire for today? For next week? Next month? Next year?...

Our bodies need food to have energy. So do our souls. I believe a latent soul can be revived by being fed good food, the truth. The truth energizes my soul. Dreams can come alive again. Desire can be practiced.