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Something Beautiful

What We Want

by Lyndsay Rush – April 7, 2010

Something is in the air lately.

Perhaps it’s spring, and the overnight, city-wide defrost that happens so suddenly every year, revealing sidewalks and grass we had long forgotten about.

Perhaps it’s symptomatic of being in your twenties, still feeling like the world is your playground and you have limitless possibilities at your fingertips.

So limitless, it turns out, that you can feel overwhelmed by the endless choices, directions, and opportunities.

I mean, think about it. We live in a time, in a country where we can kind of do anything. We were raised to believe that we would accomplish anything we put our mind to. We were taunted with the idea of greatness. Of more.

So take a girl in her twenties, unmarried, accountable to no one, with unending resources at her fingertips, with adventures to be had, love to be tasted, fear to be conquered. Add in spring, and the flowers blooming, the air suddenly vibrant. And you get me.

And probably thousands, if not millions, of others. Feeling exactly the same way. Breathing in the fresh, electric air of “what’s next?” Running barefoot through bright green grass, asking herself “Whatever shall I do with this one, wild, and precious life?”

Shockingly, I don’t have the answer. But I do have a song lyric. (Same difference, right?)

Needtobreathe has a song called, “Something Beautiful” on their album The Outsiders. And it’s kind of perfect for right now.

For this moment.

Especially this part:

Hey now, this is my desire

Consume me like a fire, ’cause I just want something beautiful

To touch me, I know that I’m in reach

‘Cause I am down on my knees, I’m waiting for something beautiful

Oh, something beautiful

Don’t you think that’s a fair summary of what so many of us are pursuing? I think we all want to be part of something bigger than ourselves. Some larger story that sweeps us up and requires us to play an irreplaceable role. Something that tells us why we are here, why we matter. Something we were made for.

Something beautiful.

About the Author: Lyndsay Rush

'Twas a balmy night in 1983 when Lyndsay made her first mark on the world. Since that moment, she has spent her 25 years storytelling, getting into trouble and trying to make people laugh.

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