I’ve been contemplating missed opportunity lately and its cost in my life. And I’ve come to realize that it isn’t what I thought it was.
Life is filled with possibilities. And In every situation of decision there is always a potential outcome. And we’re usually trying extract the most value in the outcome. We want what will make life the best for us. And so we fret and manage and worry over extracting every little possibility of value, that last three percent.
Yet how often is life really like this? How often do we even reach 97%. Truth is, we’re lucky if we reach 33%. Think of all the dreams and ideas we never even came close to, the ones that make up about 60% of our dreaming and possibilities. They never come true.
I’m beginning to think that life a little bit more like baseball. If we’re batting .330 we’re firing on all cylinders. We’re reaching so much of our potential. Yet how often are we spending our time wrestling with the other 67%, the part that was never meant for us? It was an idea but not a reality. How often are we worrying so much about what will never come true? I’m realizing that much of my life is filled with that 67%, and it drags us down.
My fear is that if I’m not extracting every possibility from life, I’m not living. I’m missing out. Yet in the worry and doubt I’m missing out on the part that God has given me, the 33%. I’m missing out on the part that gives me life.
