A year ago, a buddy of mine challenged me on being so up and down every day. He told me some days I was really positive. The very next day, it looked like I had dropped a thousand feet emotionally. (slight exaggeration but you get the point.) I’ve been trying to smooth out the roller coaster this year. Over the past month, I’ve felt like I was on the roller coaster more than I have been in a while. I was frustrated with myself on some of the backpedalling I’d done on some goals.
The other day though, that same buddy told me that he had seen great improvements over the past year. I’m not living on the high rise/huge fall roller coaster like I used to. Life is still going fast, but the roller coaster is smoothing out. It was nice to hear that from a friend. After all, I can’t see my own life so well. I’m stuck inside of my own life. It’s more difficult for me to see the significant changes in my own life at times, so it was nice to hear that there had been some kind of growth inside of me.
I have found something to be true this year: My life is a lot better when I’m not living in what I call “Feelopolis” the place where I am defined by how I feel in a moment. Don’t get me wrong. I still do things out of a sudden impulse. However, my life is not moved only by my feelings.
For a long time, I’ve struggled to discern between faith and my feelings. I’m beginning to discern the two better. I still get the two confused sometimes, and sometimes they blend so well together that there isn’t a difference.
If there’s one thing I see in people my own age, it is that we live in “Feelopolis”. Our feelings define what we do. The sad thing is that this gives us some huge setbacks in our faith. It is difficult to place faith in God when our feelings desire other things. It is especially difficult when we never see that there is a separation between our faith and our feelings.
“Feelopolis” is not the place we want to live forever. Yeah, it might have been fun in middle school, high school, or even college. The problem I have with “Feelopolis” is that living in “Feelopolis” will ruin our lives.
“Feelopolis” will cause more addictions to gambling, adultery, gluttony, and cursing.
In so doing, “Feelopolis” will cause more poverty, divorce, obesity, and filthy talk than we’ve ever seen before.
Anybody else lived in “Feelopolis”? What are some things you’ve done to move out of “Feelopolis”?