The Endless struggle

If you know me, you'll realise that I often think out loud and say things before I actually think about them. This post will be one of such rantings. I just finished up a horrible round of disc golf. I shot 15 over par off of the pro tee pads at Tendick nature park. That's really bad for me. Disc golf is just one of MANY hobbies and tasks that I set before myself that are constantly challenging and create an overwhelming sense of short falling and failure rather than reward and joy. And I ask, why do I do this? Why do all my hobbies in life seem like to be unacheivable goal resulting in epic failure? Fishing, disc golf, softball, etc... Everywhere I turn there's someone better and I'm the guy that sucks, yet I don't quit and I never give up. Maybe God is shaping me somehow. But the real question is....what am I being shaped for? or, maybe God is just trying to reveal how futile and vain all of my silly activities are. But, then again, I never made it without biting....ask Mister Owl.