I play Words With Friends. Everyday. At any given time, I’ll probably have twenty games going.
I like playing with words.
I do.
The challenge of finding the right combination of letters, swooping in, making the big score.
It appeals to me.
I play defensively, competitively. But I don’t always win. Because I often play people who are better than me.
And this has been good for my game. Very good–it’s made me a better player.
The same is true of life. If bad company, as the scriptures say, corrupts good character, is not the inverse also true?
What does affiliating with those who are successful in life do for us? Make us want to live better, right? Do better, reach higher.
At least I think so.
This year, I’ve been privileged to engage in some brief correspondences with some authors I admire. Besides getting to interact with some cool people, what is the net effect of this on me?
It makes me want to write better. It’s encouraging to know that these people–pros–struggle with some of the same insecurities. They’re people like you and me, and yet have pressed through the resistance.
Just like playing Words with better players makes me better, so does getting to know other writers make me want to step up my writing game.
But more than that, there’s a drawing near to Christ that elevates us into a higher kind of life. Getting to know him makes me want to please him. He makes me want to be a better man.
The point of this post is simply this:
Who we hang out with often determines in large part who we are–and who we want to be.
Agree, or disagree? The comment section is open, and the floor is yours.
