In tennis, the majority of the game is spent volleying.
I hit the ball, you hit it back.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
This is like a lot of engagements in life.
I throw something your way, you throw something back.
So, who are you volleying with?
People who are negative and sceptical of what you’re doing? People who deny the facts (as you see them)? People who don’t believe in the work you have chosen to focus your life on?
It’s unlikely that you will change anyone’s mind. It’s unlikely to make you better. But if you volley with them you will repeat, repeat, repeat…
Perhaps you’re better to play with someone else.
You have that choice.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.