Greatness, from Port Angeles, WA

So summarizing where I've been and what I've been up to would be dull for me to recite in any length. In short, from my last post forward, I drove from Portland to Bend, from Bend to Salem, Salem to Newport, Newport up the Oregon coast to Tillamook (the home of the cheese), Tillamook to Astoria, and from Astoria across into Washington and up onto the Olympic Peninsula and around the Olympic National Park region, meeting friendly folk and driving through incredible scenery along the way.

But what is more interesting to write on would be an excerpt from my head regarding greatness. I went to the Portland Timbers (soccer team) last last Sunday, had a ball and thought I should quit everything (like what do I have to quit?) and attempt to make it as a competitive professional soccer player. I think the same thing every fall when I go watch a golf tournament in person, maybe if I lived off of my savings and practiced all day every day I could make money playing golf, and it would be worth it. Or the other night watching Harry Potter in a fun little theater in Astoria, it would be awesome to devote my life to acting and be really really good at it, then maybe I could even get a girlfriend like Emma Watson. Or writing after reading Donald Miller's last book. Is this life okay and worthy if I never end up great at anything? So far for twenty-two years I've gone from one hobby to the next, never really striving or succeeding to any extreme degree in any of them. Maybe that's my personality, maybe I just haven't found something to entrance me yet. What I think I'm really looking for is some sort of feeling of being called to something. I think what I desire is to feel overwhelming transcendance in this life. Until then I guess I'm waiting, or searching, or living out regardless.