Last night I watched a show called “Flying Anvils” on the Science Channel. Within the show, teams from around the country gather to compete in a pyrotechnics playground that seemingly defies both physics and common sense. The annual competition features a marquee event in which contestants fire a 100-pound anvil off another using one pound of gunpowder.
Initially, I was captivated by what I thought was another “crazy” sport – I mean really, launching a 100-pound piece of metal into the air? However, I know better than to be so cynical as I too, engage in sports that would seemingly be viewed as stupid and dangerous (mma fighting and auto racing).
Anyway, as I marveled and the ingenuity, precision and tenacity of the sport, I started to think of how similar my quest for purpose and this game are.
You see, the object of life is to fulfill purpose and maximize that purpose all while keeping purpose and self close, like the anvil landing close to its launch base. What do I need to launch myself as high as I can go while still staying centered to self? The anvil uses gun powder to fly – what’s my spirits gun powder? What’s the “stuff” that will launch my spirit into fulfillment of purpose? I have NO idea, but I do know it’s not my race cars, it’s not winning in the ring, and it’s not getting that big contract I’ve been waiting for. Matter of fact, I know whatever I need to launch self; will not be anything that feeds the ego.
So…now I roll over and fluff my pillow of confusion and place my head right into it until I figure it out…