I have an iron will, and all of my will has always been to conquer some horrible feeling of inadequacy...I push past one spell of it and discover myself as a special human being, and then I get to another stage and think I'm mediocre and uninteresting....Again and again. My drive in life is from this horrible fear of being mediocre. And that's always pushing me, pushing me. Because even though I've become Somebody, I still have to prove I'm Somebody. My struggle has never ended and it probably never will."
Who of us, if we are honest with ourselves, might admit to having the same drive in life as Madonna? Why do we always feel that we have to prove our existence? Why is our life never good enough in our own eyes? Why will we not trust that who we were created to be, and who we were created by, is enough to rejoice in? How much longer will we chase after impossible ends and When will we ever tune the world out, all of its lies and misconceptions, and just rest in the magnificent simplicity of creation? What will it take?