I want to reflect on the idea of progress for a moment, but not before pulling out this (somewhat arbitrary) snapshot from my trip through Portugal.
So often, within in my mind, I keep returning to this moment on this very rock. This was 2004, and I was proudly alone, just outside sleepy Salema on the Algarve coast, staring out in the endless Atlantic Ocean. I sat there for about a half hour that day, intoxicated by the view, the solitude, and separation from society.
I feel the closest to God in these purely meditative moments. To be still, to have a clear mind, to still be void of adult responsibility and burdensome obligations, to be in awe of my surroundings... it was a joyful yet fleeting moment to hold on to. With college graduation just one year away, this was a moment I was fortunate to have, and a moment worth remembering.
Fast-forward a year later and, of course, the end of the innocence finally arrives.
It's hard to let go of that feeling of innocence, even several years later. The hedonistic side of my mind begs for more spiritual and soft progress in my life, yet the pragmatic side begs for my attention to a sort of tangible, hard and definitive progress. What that progress is, I continue to wonder about... as many people do, I imagine. Am I meant to build another dime-a-dozen business? Am I meant to one day enter politics and project my ideologies on to the world around me? Am I meant to somehow turn my circle of influence into some (certainly unattainable) Utopia?
Before the pedestrian reader of this blog post wonders where the hell I'm going with this, I better introduce the essay that sparked my mind-journey for this afternoon. Enter The Economist's Idea of Progress--a bold and ambitious essay that is immensely broad in scope. From connecting Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden all the way to George Orwell's 1984 dystopia, the writer(s) seeks to dissect the meaning from within all the cluttered ambitions we seem to be chasing.
While my mind will always stray back to that peaceful and empty beach in Portugal on that idle afternoon, the mission for progress--in so many different forms--is what I believe God desires for me to focus on. It's truly incredible to think of our unique roles within this continuously evolving world. For, as the essay spells out, we clearly seek progress in seemingly obvious forms: economically, morally, scientifically, etc. Yet, as we continuously discover, progress is our yin and consequences are our yang. While we grow, we lose our past. New values substitute in for old ones. New priorities weed out the old. Progress supposedly leads to prosperity which leads to enlightenment.
Yet our own, personal definitions of what progress is, and what prosperity is, and what enlightenment is are all purely unique as well. Certainly Justin Knabb and, say, Hu Jintao could not be further apart, for example. Or Che Guevara and Ronald Reagan. Or Charles Darwin and Thomas Merton. The questions will always remain: What really is progress, why are we determined to achieve it, and what progress truly is good and true and right?
The question will linger and linger, yet this guy's personal journey continues. And somehow, I keep thinking it will ultimately, inevitably lead back to that gloriously empty moment alone with only God on that beach.