Choke: (n) an action or sound of a person or animal having or seeming to have difficulty in breathing.
Webster certainly afforded us an adequate definition for “choke,” but the one that comes to my mind has to do with the “give-up, check-out
and throw-in-the-towel” instinct which permeates our species.
Sometimes we get just as comfortable with pity cheers as congratulatory shouts.
You know pity cheers:
- “It’s okay. You did your best.”
- “I don’t know if anyone could have done that.”
- “You’ll get them next time.”
- “God sees your effort.”
- “Who knows? Maybe you made a difference without knowing it.”
If you ever allow your ears to get used to hearing these pitiful exhortations, you might just find yourself living in a damned condition, without yet being deceased.
Choking is what human beings do when they try to swallow too much, whether it’s physical chunks of steak, lies or claims to fame.
This is a world that demands evidence, not confidence. Those who try to live off of confidence eventually choke under the pressure and end up looking like losers, even though we dress it up with bunting and invite a small brass band to cheer things along.
There’s a simple principle in life: overestimating your ability is not a sign of faith.
Faith starts with something substantial, and based upon that realization, is willing to carefully speculate on how much further things can be taken.
You don’t get many “chokes” before you die. You may not physically die, but the love, tenacity, gentleness and appreciation of your friends and loved ones is suffocated.