My motorcycle batter is slowly dying as I only do short trips to and from work without any chance to charge it fully– and the other night I was just finishing up a salsa lesson, went out to my bike, and tried to start it.  Sure enough, it was in need of a running start.

My good friend Israel was there in an instant offering help, and I am grateful that he is the kind of friend that would do that.  But I had a little history check in my personality that surprised me.  For as long as I can remember, I loved figuring out things on my own– I like the challenge, and to see if I have what it takes to complete a task–  I still, to this day, have a hard time distinguishing what would be easier: asking for help, or doing it on my own.

This instance, with Israel, I knew I could do it myself– But it would have been easier with a buddy pushing the bike.  Sometimes, I have this process in my head that I want to execute, and most of the time it doesn’t require more than one person.

I know, it seems so simple– big deal right?  But it is some insight into my personality.  I still think I can do it.  And for that I apologize Israel if it came out wrong.  It is one of my flaws as a man.

It becomes more and more apparent in other situations of life, and is one of the reasons it took me so long to release everything to God.  Finances, insecurities, fears, etc.  And it is something that I will definitely have to deal with.

But here is the thing—

I was talking with my roommate, Russell, about defining knowledge.  I think it is really interesting– I believe that we have the capacity and the knowledge of everything.  The fact is, we need something or someone or some situation to define it.  We have the capacity to learn nuclear physics, but we need someone to define and sculpt that knowledge into something we can process.  We have the knowledge of friendships, marriage, etc.  But we need to sculpt that knowledge into a constructive form (when it can also be sculpted into a destructive manner).