verb (used with object), e·lim·i·nat·ed, e·lim·i·nat·ing.
1. to remove or get rid of, especially as being in some way undesirable: to eliminate risks; to eliminate hunger.
2. to omit, especially as being unimportant or irrelevant; leaveout: I have eliminated all statistical tables, which are of interest only to the specialist.
3. to remove from further consideration or competition,especially by defeating in a contest.
Destroy, destruction, abandoned, and leave. All great terms to associate with the idea of elimination. To get rid of competition, eradicate, to walk way.
One of the first actions made in my own life, following the devastation that was the divorce, was eliminating my old life. I would be lying to you if I told you that I was living the life, the dream, and the potential of my own being.
Sure, I could brag about the 93 high school applications, and trying to save money, and staying up late working on new projects. But truthfully, and painfully honestly; that wasn’t everything I was doing. I was living a life that needed to be eliminated, as much as I enjoy my time with Simcity, I was carelessly wasting time on the game at night. I wasn’t applying to every job out there, in order to just make some money so that my wife could actually relax [full time student, student teaching, and working a full time job]. See, I wasn’t the hopeless, helpless, mope case. I was a man who was in need of a serious reality check. While I don’t believe that divorce was or is ever the answer for that check, I can say that the shock wave of that event most definitely put my dismal excuse of a life into perspective.
I had to start eliminating:
Late nights. Fast food. Video games. Not working for a living [there is some truth to that]. Refusing to go to church. Excuses. Lies. Everything, in the most literal sense, had to go. I had to eliminate my life, I had to deny myself.
The secret that I learned, sadly after the divorce, was that the root to so many issues that I had to eliminate, was that it was all about me. I had to be comfortable, I had to relax, I had to be right, I had to selfishly go off my own desires and nothing else. I had to be loved, not love. I stood in the middle and all the planets and the sun revolved around me.
It wasn’t easy, and it was humiliating and painful. Waking up on a couch in the middle of a molded, empty apartment realizing you lost it all; heartbreaking. I needed that broken heart, I had to have my life torn down to the base, the ground, the foundation, to realize that I had built up a kingdom of absolute garbage, and in order to actually move with my life; it all had to leave.
Many times when I’m at MoVal, I hear so much about repent, and to repent; in its most simple form, is to turn away from your actions and make a 180 degree turn.
Regardless of where you stand on your life of spirituality, Christianity, and everything in between; if I have not been able to convey where I stand in my life on this site; then I have failed my faith. For myself, repenting meant the realization that in order to eliminate my life, my waste of space of existence, I had to go back to my roots: church. Further coals on the fire was being rather disowned by the only church that I had called home because I had the amazing label of “divorce” [aka…unclean], and I had nowhere to go. If I had refused to eliminate my life, I would have looked to God, this invisible creature that made up everything, and stick my finger at Him and just say, “This is YOUR fault! Why do YOU hate me?” It would have been so easy to do, but after my wife left; I started to understand that ‘easy’ was rarely right. Living by faith, denying self, eliminating your life, usually meant that you had to take a hard road and endure the frustrations associated with it.
The hardest part of eliminating my life was looking at you; the reader, myself, and God and say, “This is on me. I’m a 23 year old that is divorced. This choir boy fell from his ranks.” It was humiliating to look at the pastor of MoVal and admit that I’m divorced, it was a horror to even look at a single family member and act like life was ok. The world may have felt bad for me, but the cleansing process of the inward,of the soul was gut wrenching, disgusting, unclean sensation that nearly made me sick to my stomach.
Eliminating can equal purifying.
My planner on a monthly basis is chalked full of agendas, meetings, and schedules. It is a rarity to find me in one spot for more than two hours. Yes, I own my business with the Shock, but in the end; what is the Shock for? The future of women’s soccer in the Great Plains. It isn’t about me. Guatemala isn’t a vacation. It isn’t about me. Every single thing I do now, on a daily basis [scratch a few moments at Starbucks] I have to take a step back and ask myself, “Is it about me?”
I took that path, I made it about me, and it cost me everything.
I encourage you, when analyzing your life, wherever it may be, that you can say you’ve taken the route of Quorra from Tron Legacy and removed yourself from the equation. When we eliminate ourselves, our greed, our desires, and accept that our existence is best supported and amplified merely by the world and those we surround ourselves with, and more importantly; those we choose to serve: that’s when life finally begins.