He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their habitation, that they would seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us; for in Him we live and move and exist, as even some of your own poets have said.
Sometimes I think I’m not meant for this kind of life. I sit in my 5’x5’ cube, in which the desk dominates by taking up fully half floorspace, on my gray exercise ball, staring at my little flatscreen monitor and think, Surely God made me for something more. I can feel that desire nudging me: Go out, achieve, be great! You are bigger than SOPs, bigger than reports with names like GVA00059AX, bigger than who signs this audit or getting the shuttle at 10:00 and 2:00. Riding on the train I feel this call to break out of the shuffling grind, throwing off the shakles of dependence on The System, to live a life of joy and excitement and self-expression.
Listening to that voice reverberating in my mind, I think: I was born for greater than this. I was born to name colors, or cars, or apartment complexes. I could be a Professional Gameshow Contestant or a Pigment Nomenclature Engineer. I will write the next
trashy great American romance novel. I could become a circus performer who can put her ankles behind her head. I COULD BE GREAT!