Compelling: (adj) evoking interest, attention, or admiration in a powerfully irresistible way.
Before I begin my writing session every morning I like to have a granola bar and a cup of coffee.
I use that as an opening sentence, not because it was valuable to your well-being, but rather, I wanted some clever way to start this essay.
What I’m about to share is not particularly enlightening nor clever. Turning on the television set for background distraction, I was confronted–no, presented–with four stories. These were the leads for the news on this particular morning’s broadcast:
There was a girl, slightly inebriated, dancing on a boat
A man handed a woman a piece of candy at a funeral
A preacher carelessly brushed his hand up against a famous singer’s breast
And a little boy comically took a mouthful of bitter chocolate powder, and then spit it out
I am not trying to be critical. After all, I watched the stories, and remembered enough to reiterate them to you.
But there was nothing compelling here.
Any attempt on my part to be compelled by these passing fancies would be bizarre.
Do I need compelling challenges in my life?
Considering the fact that I am a human being who thinks returning a shopping cart is an act of charity, I should be looking for possibilities to be motivated to escape my lower monkey, and spend at least a minute or two with my higher angel.