"I can't wait to get to heaven and spend a few hundred years just reading everything that's ever been written," I said.
". . . Everything? There are probably some books that won't be there," says my date.
"Well, yes. Twilight isn't good enough even if the author IS Mormon. But Jane Austen. She's got to be. Heaven wouldn't be heaven if I couldn't read Sense and Sensibility when I wanted to. Or Anne of Green Gables. Or Harry Potter."
That was the end of that relationship.
I think he thought I was a little extreme. Or sacrilegious.
|Next time I'm asked about my favorite color, I'll show them this.|
But I'm completely serious about the books in heaven thing. I'm also serious about wanting to learn to play a bunch of instruments/play them better (flute, piano, violin, cello, harp, bagpipes, didgeridoo) and I want to dance (ballet, contemporary, swing, ballroom) and I want to hone my acting skills and write, and finally learn how to draw, and I want to sculpt and take pictures and learn more about growing plants and become an amazing singer. I want to do all of those things in addition to, you know, being with my family and making worlds and sleeping and such.
(Hey. It's eternity. A girl can dream, right?)
My problem, as pointed out to me by a friend, is that I want to do all of these things now.
Looking at my teaching schedule for the year, I started to bemoan the fact that I am mediocre to good at many things, but not truly excellent or masterful at really anything. I'm a good writer, but not a great one. I'm a good actress, but not West End caliber. I'm a passable photographer, but I'd never get a job at National Geographic. And I want to be excellent. Really excellent. Except - as you can see above - I'm interested in too many things to hone in on one skill to perfect.
And I'm not nearly egotistical enough to imagine that I'll ever approach DaVinci in terms of genius. That's mental.
And this, my friends, is why I need eternity. And why we all do, I think. There's still so much to learn. And I want to learn it all!
I suppose my first step may be learning to clone myself to make it happen. . . what do you think? It might be more efficient.
In the mean time, I don't really see any solution but to keep being interested in everything. It might mean that I never really become brilliant. But the thought of giving up any of those interests is about as bad as the prospect of never reading Jane Austen again.