Close: (adj) not separated by distance, or a family member
When I am close but fall short, I immediately decide to find the person who is close to me.
Here’s the truth: close is not good enough.
Doing your best rarely fills the need. Attempts to rationalize only bring about comical excuses which generate private laughter from your
critics and too much sympathy from your friends.
If we’re going to live lives where we “come close,” then we need someone to be close to. This person needs to tell us the truth. They need to praise when we achieve our purposes, and point out when our cowardice, laziness or procrastination send us to the end of the line, to try again.
We are part of the human race. “All have fallen short.” So says the patriarch.
Since we are guilty of failing to make the edge, we need someone edgy in our lives, to help us discover how to do it better the next time. Otherwise, we do it again, but with less vigor because of nervous energy, or we develop a reason not to attempt a second effort.
We will be close so we need someone close.
That’s as simple as life is.
And if for some reason, we’re unable to hear the tender suggestions of that friend, then we will spend all of our time wallowing in a self-satisfied nothingness.
Let’s not do that.
Come close? Then draw close.