Trying to Fix Shipwrecks

The times they are a-changin’.

This post seems to be older than 12 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.

Chauncey nails the realities of life again. I would like to think these ideas and realizations are unique to being in our mid-twenties—a continued coming–of–age type of thing. But I think his realization probably applies to people of all ages:

I’d like to think that as one learns more about oneself there are gems to be discovered. That there’s treasure under the surface of my tempestuous mind, heart, and soul waiting to be discovered by some underwater salvage team headed by myself and Jesus. It turns out that the further down there I get, the more I realize that there are shipwrecks down there.

I used to think…that the more I could find out about myself the more I could fix. Like one of those fixer-upper houses my aunt always seemed to be drawn to. I believed at some level that I could learn about the broken pipes and messed up wiring of myself and simply fix them. All would be well if I just knew.

If you don’t read Chauncey’s blog on a regular basis, you are missing out.