Published on August 8th, 2013 | by Nathaniel0
Why Week: Your Why Never Dies…
“When you make it, I’m gonna retire! You can make me your chauffeur, Mr. President…”
Every time my brother Kobby said these words, he watered a seed of belief for the vision that I had for the trajectory of my life- a seed that is still being watered by the echoes of his voice.
“Why?” is such a loaded question, right? It’s loaded because we often have a chest full of reasons for why we inch toward certain goals. They range from financially security to intrinsic fulfillment to philanthropy to the need to see our “haters” bite the dust. When I said I wanted to become an actor and writer, I don’t think the “Why’s” were fully rationalized. Was it selfish ambition? Was it financial peace? Was it a calling to operate in my gifting? I don’t know what the catalyst was but I do know that when I shared my vision with my brother, it became more concrete. The elusiveness of a vague dream was solidified through my brother’s faith in me.
What I’ve realized is that my “Why” is a complex web of interconnected reasons, all embedded in my gifting and fueled by the affirming words of those who have believed in me. Without knowing the “How,” I pushed toward my “Why.” After attending an international talent competition when I was 17, the tangibility of creating my space in entertainment materialized into my actions. From training to educating myself to finding representation, the things I did aligned with my “Why.” The compounding “Why’s” advanced in an upwardly mobile elevator powered by the confirming words of family, especially my brother.
I never asked my brother why he placed unwavering faith in my dreams. I never asked him why he professed my success before I saw it for myself. I never asked but I believed. I believed in the sincerity of his words, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about our futures, and the way he entrusted it all to God. His belief in me made me believe in myself to the point where all I had to do was think about the double-decker retirement package my brother would get as a result of having accomplished my goals.
While I can’t quite box my “Why” in a twenty word logline, I do know that it’s bigger than me. It’s not just about achieving a feeling or finding the pot of golden happiness that’s buried in ascertaining my dreams. It’s not just a committed decision I made arbitrarily, hoping that I would roll lucky number seven. When my brother passed away a year and a half ago, his words didn’t. In fact, not only did they not die, they multiplied as I now hear them whenever I progress toward my vision. Therefore, my “Why” is a melting pot of reasons simmering over the flame of my brother’s affirmations. It’s a field of reasons irrigated by the powerful words he spoke over my life. It’s a quilt of reasons stitched with the thread of his tenacious faith in me.
When you think about the “Why” for the densest of your dreams, what does it look like? Is it a labyrinth of complexities or is it more pronounced? What fuels your “Why?”
Habakkuk 2:3 “For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastes to the end- it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay.”