There Lived A Hobbit

8 Nov

I’m writing this blog at about 7 at night, and I’m not feeling the creative juices flowing, so once again I’ll probably just end up rambling about nonsense.  But here goes.

I made a lot of friends in college.  I went to a business college so a lot of them were and are going into the fast-paced, high reward promised land of business.  I wasn’t so wise, and ended up with a BA in journalism.  That’s probably the first bad sign of what’s to come.

I’m surprised and impressed on how many of my friends have these grandiose plans for their lives.  Almost all of them are driven, passionate, and ambitious.  Even better, most of them are dedicated to making the world a better place.  I’m constantly humbled whenever I talk to them; they have grand designs on their lives.  If more people were like these guys, I have high hopes for the future.  These guys want to change the world.

These people are shaping up to be giants.  But where does that leave me?  Well…not in a very good place.  Don’t get me wrong, I also have plans for my life, but next to those I’ve heard, mine seem so much smaller.  This isn’t going to be a blog about me complaining that I’m small, so stick with me.

I’m a hobbit.  A little guy.  A halfling in the Shire.  Next to these giants, I’m a little guy.  Or at least, that’s what I’d like to be.  Out there in the world of men, in a land of expansion and ingenuity, I think I’d be happy sitting in my little hole in the ground, tending my garden, and wondering whether to have lamb for supper or break out the dried sardines.

There are a couple of reasons for this.  One, trying to change the world is a lot of pressure.  Way back when, I had world changing plans too.  I wanted to get out into the world, and make it a better place.  I wanted to fix all the worlds issues, and create a better tomorrow.  I wanted to sew peace in the nations, and become a part of the beautiful future.  In retrospect, this seems just a tad unrealistic.  And boy, did it make me unhappy.

Inevitably, when I graduated, none of these things happened.  I didn’t change the world, I didn’t change the country, heck, I even had a hard time changing my unemployment status.  I felt defeated, like I wasn’t living up to my full potential.  It was like the world was depending on me, and I let it down.  I was a failure.

But then, a revelation.  I read a book, called Me, Myself, and the Tomato, by Phil Vischer.  It’s a memoir about how he wanted to change the world, and created his company, Big Idea Productions, with his magum opus (debatable), Veggietales.  It’s a great book, highlighting the power of ambition and the temptation of hubris.  At the end of the book, Vischer learns that changing the world is not something that he was called to do, and that he needed to be content where he was before he could even try.

So here I am, trying to do the same.  Sitting in my little hole, and just finding myself.  A little hobbit.  And if that means that I’ll never change the world, so be it.

But you never know when a wizard will come knocking.

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