Time and money are akin in many different ways, for instance - both of which are evanescent or quick to pass without your awareness.
As with talent, skill, and knowledge, it is common understanding among most people that honing and flourishing them takes up much time and unyielding passion to perfect.
Others, mostly of my age, were and still are home bums and couch potatoes throughout their lives, where they are passionate about searching for those crisped, in other words, perfect, potato chips; TV schedule memorized; are careful enough as to where they put their precious remote control; and most importantly, have made their all - purpose stubbornness kits. Yes, they do everything with zeal, enthusiasm, and passion. Meanwhile, as for me, I have been a passionate hardcore amateur photographer for six years, an avid instrumentalist (bass and guitar) for approximately eight years, and an awesome master procrastinator since birth.
What I'm trying to say is, that, not just knowing, but understanding something wholly, takes a great deal of perseverance, patience, effort, passion, and time.
Last week, I was told by my church's youth heads that I, along with a partner, are to be recreation counselors for the coming PCF Youth Camp this coming May.
To cut the long story short, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I am pretty much clueless in the field of recreation - I'm not creative in making obstacle courses nor exciting games, and whatnots. I fear that I might not be able to contribute anything at all - I hate how I envision my partner doing all the dirty work whilst I'm stuck in rendezvous, a.k.a blankness. I spend my time these days on squeezing recreational and sporting information in my head, yet, I still come out blank.
They say that they're testing all counselors for different jobs in order to find other fields wherein we can be fully efficient.
I just don't want to be unproductive in this amazing God - given opportunity, so wish me out of my annoying reverie and blankness during the camp.
Remember during your Social Science class, when Galileo got house-arrested? Feels that way....
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