Currently I’m watching my parents cat, Mr Manny, stare out the window. If this were an Olympic sport, he would win the gold.
I’m assuming that Mr. Manny used to be a vagabond, as most cats are. While I’m sure that he loves being fed on a regular basis (judging by his growing obesity) and having a comfortable place to sleep, you can tell that he desperately wants to be outside. Despite there being limited to comfort to be found there.
I think no matter which angle you’re looking, whether from the outside or the inside, you will always want the opposite of where you’re at. I have this is common with Mr. Manny. I think we all do, if we are honest with ourselves.
I always go back to the idea of being comfortable. The whole thing intrigues me and, at times, completely plagues me. Some days I want to “give up” and settle down. I want to make where I’m at into Home. I want to quit wandering and force myself into staying.
However, this is not how I was designed. At least not yet.
I feel a lot like Mr. Manny. I want to go outside so bad, but I also want a hand to feed me when I need it. I want to explore the streets, but I want to know I can lay down at night and not worry.
Its a one foot in one foot out situation. Or one paw in one paw out, depending.
For the time being, I’m doing my best to listen to God and take the path He has for me.
Here’s to 2012 and where it leads.
Wonderful.