When it’s over, it’s really over… or not.

Write the vision, make it plain upon tables. So this morning, I was pondering failed dreams and accomplished dreams. Those who succeed with their goals, and the group that doesn’t. Is there a difference?

Here’s my two cent: goals are goals, dreams are dreams. What determines fulfilment isn’t the size or impact of the goals, but the mindset.

With Olympics over, a gob of stories are filling the internet. Those who didn’t think they’d win a medal, yet clinched gold. The girl who won four gold medals at her first outing. The comebacks. The first-of-a-kinds. The unbelievable. And of course, the disappointments.

Ask the US women football team – who were defending champions – and you’d feel the poking effects of failed targets.

Yet, in four years, at the next Olympics, there would be a repetition of the routine – comebacks, first outing, first-of-a-kind, blah, blah, blah. At London 2012, it was Gabby Douglas sweeping the stage.

What could then drive one to the point of thinking, “it’s over?” A lot of things that are eventually nothings. A friend quipped recently, “Majority attach their success/failure feelings to their goals. Failed goals equal failed life.”

That’s off the mark. Totally wrong. I mean, seriously? Given, at the start-up line, no one purposes to or to not achieve a goal. We all set it, pray, work, strive, meet people, gather resources, and …

Wait. There’s the segment called ‘waiting’ in goal realizations. The mind, you see, is a tricky substance. It paints the picture of proper preparation delivering perfect performance. It doesn’t tell you that proper preparers perform awful, sometimes.

The awry stage sets in. “But I worked as well. Six hours with the book. Eight at the gym. Overnight coding. Where did it all go wrong?”

A retreat follows. I’m not doing it again. It’s over for me, like Messi remarked after the third loss. We sing it, we chant it, we announce it, it’s over. Is it really over? What if there’s a shift in horizon? What if someone can tell you that it isn’t over?

You grumble. Get away. I don’t want any of it again. The Someone comes, crouching at the door, whispering words in a new light. You giggle. Get excited. Want to hear more. He feeds a different meal.

Satisfied, you ask how he did that. Then he tells you, “everything is sandcastle.” Totally unexpected. Totally unprepared. Completely caught. You ask how. None really endures forever.

Does that mean pursuing goals are wrong? No. They only go wrong when 1) we judge our performance by another’s yardstick, 2) we let them determine who we are. We are who we are because we are who we are.

Christ didn’t become God’s son because He died. He was God’s son because He was. I am not a success because I’ve made millions. I’m a success because I’m a success.

Then, there’s tendency of a frown. Does that mean pursuing those goals without putting our mind in them? What happened to focus?

Well, we focus on the goals, but the heart is set on things that are heavenly, not on the ephemeral. Jesus said, “when the bridegroom is around, the people must dine.” Yet, to the disciples, “This type doesn’t leave without fasting.”

Contradictory, but true. The focus can be on the goals, yet the heart fixed on Jesus.

Finally, a new energy courses through. We start towards the goal line. And yes, we can be scared, we can doubt, we can nurse all negative feelings, but once we know where the ultimate feeling is, what really matters, we know it’s not really over…

It’s not.

Afterword: Thanks again, for reading. You’d notice the picture is the same as last week. I thought the design was ambiguous. What’s your opinion?


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