Candescent|
can·des·cent[kan-des-uhnt]adjective,glowing; incandescent.
I want to be candescent.
These past three weeks have allowed me the privilege to spend some quality time with my Dad.
Something I admire about my Dad is his ability to see the world as it and how it should be. It is a rarity to find someone who possesses the realistic and idealistic perspective simultaneously.
These past two years seem to have brought with them not only new adventure, but newness everywhere. Here I am surrounded by a life that ticks to the clock of seasons, the fading of the frigid winter air, and the refreshing rain bringing it's companion. I see change all around me. Changes that fill your heart with joy, some that challenge your faith, others that question your beliefs.
I remembering hearing the word candescent for the first time.
It was like the sound of a sizzling egg in a frying pan.
The hum of the lawn mower.
The way your hair falls in your face when you drive with your windows down.
It was like butter on my tongue.
Candescent. What does that mean?
I like the dictionary.com explanation.
It uses the word "glowing". When something glows, it is steady, constant, unrelenting.
I want my life to glow. In a metaphorical sense.
Our world tells us that in order to be courageous, one must jump, and run to be brave. We have a world that beckons us to join in the thrill of the chase, that in order to be successful, you must strive for perfection.
Here's a secret: Perfection is unattainable.
Something my Dad encouraged me to do, was to give my best.But he also told me that you must be consistent, reliable and stedfast.
Wouldn't you rather glow then burn out?
Wouldn't you rather be known as stedfast then just one flicker and you're time is done?
The glow of your life must be the rooted kind. The kind of growth that is continual, finding new patches of land to curve around, new challenges to face, but remaining steady, undaunted, and most of all, glowing.
I want to be candescent.
These past three weeks have allowed me the privilege to spend some quality time with my Dad.
Something I admire about my Dad is his ability to see the world as it and how it should be. It is a rarity to find someone who possesses the realistic and idealistic perspective simultaneously.
These past two years seem to have brought with them not only new adventure, but newness everywhere. Here I am surrounded by a life that ticks to the clock of seasons, the fading of the frigid winter air, and the refreshing rain bringing it's companion. I see change all around me. Changes that fill your heart with joy, some that challenge your faith, others that question your beliefs.
I remembering hearing the word candescent for the first time.
It was like the sound of a sizzling egg in a frying pan.
The hum of the lawn mower.
The way your hair falls in your face when you drive with your windows down.
It was like butter on my tongue.
Candescent. What does that mean?
I like the dictionary.com explanation.
It uses the word "glowing". When something glows, it is steady, constant, unrelenting.
I want my life to glow. In a metaphorical sense.
Our world tells us that in order to be courageous, one must jump, and run to be brave. We have a world that beckons us to join in the thrill of the chase, that in order to be successful, you must strive for perfection.
Here's a secret: Perfection is unattainable.
Something my Dad encouraged me to do, was to give my best.But he also told me that you must be consistent, reliable and stedfast.
Wouldn't you rather glow then burn out?
Wouldn't you rather be known as stedfast then just one flicker and you're time is done?
The glow of your life must be the rooted kind. The kind of growth that is continual, finding new patches of land to curve around, new challenges to face, but remaining steady, undaunted, and most of all, glowing.
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