What is it with Men and Asking for Directions?

I remember buses. Back in the day I rode buses like a boss. Life was so flippin' easy. I went to school, then got on the bus and it took me where you need to go. Errday. On the bus, off the bus. Wash, rinse, repeat. There wasn't too much thought involved. It was automatic. Everything was pretty decided for me, from my tricked out uniform to how many hours I would spend playing with the stray kittens in the neighborhood. In a way I'm starting to envy those times, but at the same time I'm really starting to embrace my future.

I was watching Conan the otha night with my fam. I'm not an avid late-night-talk-show watcher, but I am an avid proponent of laughter at any time of the day. As I watched it I allowed myself to disconnect for a sec to just think about what it is Conan O'Brian does. Basically:
1. Talk to celebrities.
2. Be goofy.
3. ....I got nothin.
Definitely an over-simplification. There's a ton of behind-the-scenes stuff I don't see that leads up to everything on the show. But basically I feel like I could fit that description. I'm goofy, and I like being goofy in front of people. So I've started seriously considering switching to a Broadcast Journalism Major. I've started looking into it and while it seems taxing I feel like I would love it. This, however, is pure speculation. After all, I'm going on my incredibly simplified version of Conan's talk show. Not exactly something to base your life around. I'm going to keep looking into it, but I could definitely see myself doing that.

This last Friday I ended up taking a Greyhound Bus to Savannah from Ft. Lauderdale in order to get a ride back to Athens in time for the Georgia vs. Georgia Tech game (which by the way, we won. We beat them in football, and have a Rhodes Scholar. n00bs). The Greyhound Bus, for those of you who don't know, is a bus that takes you from place to place and crosses state lines. I was tempted to tear and soil my clothes in order to appear like I had previously been mugged so that people wouldn't mug me. Fortunately no one was up for mugging me, but they were definitely into sharing their problems. Prophet Phillip was my first bud. Prophet Phillip was a Haitian missionary who had numerous political goals. Then there was Crystal, a girl with a troubled past who was trying to turn everything around. Then there was semi-pro football player who was everybody's guardian angel and outspoken hater of evil. All of these people were headed somewhere different, but for a little while our destinations were the same. I for one have been inspired by these people. Most of them didn't know where they were going once they got off the bus and had no family to speak of. It was faith that kept them going. Real faith. Not "I-really-really-really-really-times infinity-hope-she-likes-me" faith, but "I have nothing else but God to lean on" faith. That jive is real and it's convicting. I can't help but feel that I've gained a true insight into the kind of faith God wants to see us. It was crazy to say the least.

Now I'm gonna bring it all in. As kids, many choices were made for us. However as we grow older, we must move into the role of active participants in our own lives. To sit by idly would be to sacrifice a tremendous gift. No one else can tell you what to do. It's up to you to take control of your life and decide on a direction. Just like Prophet Phil. Just like semi professional football player. Just like Crystal. Just like me. It will take you down to the bare minimum and that's when your find out how strong you really are. That's a true test of will. If following your dreams brings you to your knees, get up. Get up and go buy kneepads. Kneepads of faith.