the struggle.

I was having breakfast at Wolfgang’s a few Sundays ago and having a discussion about faith and life. My friend said something that struck a chord with me. She said, “You and I, Dominick, we love the struggle.”

Yes, I do.

Thinking back to the past 23 years of my life I realize there are few times where I have just taken an issue and accepted it. Especially when the issue is a wrong or a problem in the world, I am not able to just accept and turn on auto pilot. My mind will not allow for me to be fed the “right” answer, I have to figure things out for myself. To stumble, struggle, wrestle with the truth to find out what it actually is.

Now this is not something for everyone, not all people are built this way. There is nothing wrong with being easier to accept, God has made us all different ways. What I am saying is that I love the struggle and I need it to come to the answers I feel are my own. I know there are issues that are black and white, some things are cut and dry and I am not trying to question those things. What I am trying to do is take the grey area in the middle and stand there, get dirty, and figure out the best answer to the questions posed. I am trying to pose questions to continually grow.

The more you work, struggle and fight against the preconceived notions the stronger you get. There are things I have been through, times of my life that sucked and were hard, but I would not give those up for anything. I am a stronger, smarter person because of that. I had to struggle, I needed to experience the struggle.

I am never going to be done wrestling, struggling or fighting. I will always have something that is going to be requiring my attention because I am not going to be one to atrophy and grow lazy. Nor do I want to be the one who builds up walls to keep other people out. I am ever-growing.

Ever learning.

Ever struggling.