Life inside a yellow box

i find it interesting how small things can upset me. things that looking back on it i realize how stupid it is to get worked up over it. it amazes me how my first instinct pulling up to my house is that of anger and frustration of lack of parking. yelling at cars taking up space where i would like to set my vehicle, then turning around to find parking elsewhere, only to find someone claiming a spot as i turn the corner. i drive by yelling yet again. all this just so it can take fewer steps to get to the house. convenience. that was my goal.

in life, especially mine looking back, convenience is a common goal, but one that is never possible to a lifestyle opposite a couch potato. we want things the easy way, at least i know i do. we want answers to a test, to be good at guitar, easy money and so on. we want the answer to the meaning of life. we want it all... but life isn't that way. we look for the easy way only to find it's the wrong way. to find that we wasted so much time, so much life, so much of our story. life is essentially a story, one that we are living out. and like everyone else, we all love a good story. a story with substance, character, adventure, love, tragedy, risk. these things make a great story. ask the same question for life. what makes a good life? i personally don't think i can answer that myself at this point in time. i do know from what i've been learning the past 4-5 months is that life, a life that you can present to God at the end of all things, is one of risk, faith, obedience and love. and just the basics of those can be hard. i just have to take it one day at a time and trust God.

i feel like i have so much more on my mind, but i will keep it at that.