The spark. The spark is the beginning.
Fuel burns, wheels turn. But not without a spark. I got my car back from the shop today. I had put off the repairs for a long, loooong time, thinking it would probably be something terribly expensive. “I can’t handle that right now,” I thought. So I just drove it in town, didn’t go too far, took the train if I needed to go to Orange County or something, and I told myself I would deal with it when I got back from Colorado.
Well, my Colorado trip came and went, and I thought I had better take it into the shop. Turns out, it was a spark plug. Just one. One tiny spark missing. The rest were doing their best to make up for it, but this one was dead. No spark, no fire. So even though the engine was sort of working, and it would turn the wheels and everything, I was never able to go very far.
And I think about life. Work. How many days do we spend with our engines limping along, chugging, when we could be racing? What would it be like, if we had all our sparks?
Each of us has our own special engine. A unique combination of sparks, the things that drive us and light us up from the inside. Some of them are working, but some of them are cold. Latent talents, unique gifts, passions just waiting to be ignited. Let’s get all the sparks firing and see where we can go.