Today I needed pens for my office and I had 518 options.
Not everyone has these kind of options.
In The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind, William Kamkwamba built a windmill using parts from a junkyard. He did it without modern tools too.
There were no trips to Lowe’s or Home Depot to agonize over 50 brands of hammers.
And William still managed to bring electricity to Malawi.
A whole country found hope because one boy got busy.
What could be accomplished if we stopped complaining about not having the right tools? The right education? The right job?
Are too many options crippling us as a people?
My circumstances will never be perfect enough to do ___________.
Yours won’t either.
As a kid, I rarely had a complete set of toys.
I collected toys from yard sales and thrift shops. I made my toys houses out of cardboard boxes.
Countless hours were spent weaving stories in my own little world.
What I had was enough. My imagination had no limits.
And then adulthood crashed my party.
“You’re an adult now. Play time’s over.” is something I’ve heard a lot since graduating college.
But I don’t want to spend half my life hating my life.
I’m willing to pay the price for doing things differently. It’s better, to me, than waking up one day and realizing I’ve been asleep for 50 years.
Which brings me back to having enough….
Here’s my favorite definition of contentment:
Contentment is knowing that I already have everything I need to be happy.
What I have–right now–is enough.
There’s nothing I can’t accomplish if I already have what I need.
It’s time for you and I to build some windmills.