The older I get, or maybe the older the people around me get, the more materialistic people seem to be. It is probably because now we have more money in our bank accounts (versus relying on our parent's money). Maybe it is because we have more control over our lives (instead of family and school dictating our decisions).

I feel like it is pressuring me to seek younger and younger company, those who are still too naive to realize how tempting the world can be. People whose cares are only the homework that is due next week or how many tickets they can win at Dave & Busters. And of good company.

Oh how good company is harder and harder to find as you grow older.

Now...the question of the day is this: is taking underclassmen to taco bell and Dave & Busters and playing bioshock infinite with them living radically for God?

More than the people serving on Philly Missions? More than the SMs preaching the Gospel in Turkey?

Am I just trying to compare myself with others, and am I trying to serve out of my own strength/by means of the flesh? I think this question is the root one I must ask myself.

Sigh...it is so easy for me to forget my age when I am with them. But then again what am I supposed to be doing at my age anyways?

Do I want a pat on my head, or a punch to the gut? Maybe both?

(pat on head = wanting to be recognized for my humanly efforts to do good or bear fruit, or just be acknowledged by someone; punch to the gut = wanting someone to rebuke me for comparing myself to others and/or be reminded to be humble and my works are not the point)