The Holtonian

Explaining Life through crappy analogies

Now unlike some people I was and am pretty clueless as to what to do with my life. When I was kid every week I wanted to be something different when I grew up: cop, doctor, lawyer, plumber, jet pilot, artist, chef, and I always came back to… super hero. Super hero was the only thing I pretty much always wanted to be but alas my fat butt and fear of loud noises kept me out of the Justice League.

I don’t really have a goal of where I’d like to be in ten years. I know a few things I’d like to have—kids, house, and a job. But notice I don’t know what type of job—to me that is something inconsequential. I live some what day to day and hope not to screw up too much. Much like this blog I just keep typing and hope something intelligent, witty, or interesting finds its way in between the lines of text.
People that are determined and goal driven in their lives scare me. Frankly I’d rather just explore life. My few goals are: no matter what provide for my family, be a good husband, a good dad (when the time comes), and serve God where ever he sees fit to put me.
This is the way I think of my life sometimes…imagine if you will a big room with tons of doors and you have a big ring of keys with hundreds of keys on it and every time you try to open a door you have to try every key until you find the one that opens the door. Then when you pass through that door you’re confronted with yet another room of doors. Every door you go through leads to inevitably another room of doors. It almost sounds depressing but not knowing what awaits on the other side of the next door pushes me onward. I opened one door and boom bam there was my wife—now I have a partner to help me with my journey. Now we turn each key together in the hopes that every door will bring us closer to heaven, closer to Christ, and closer to each other. Of course my analogy breaks down and has its faults but I think it’s a glimpse of how I look at life. Always pushing on to see what’s through the next door, always pushing on to that final door, with fear and anticipation—I turn the keys and hope the door opens.