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To Chase a Cheerio

For some, like me, cereal is a breakfast staple. I can’t help it. It’s just easy to fix, and I like the taste. Some brands are even fortified with essential vitamins and minerals, and, of course, milk is a basic and necessary source of so many good things. Right?

As a kid, I ordered a Tony the Tiger cereal bowl and a matching cup. The ordering was quite a process in those days. I had to provide a proof of purchase label from the box top and a check I begged my mother to write. I sent it all through the mail, and after several weeks, it finally came. I loved it. If I finished the cereal (Frosted Flakes, of course), I could see the smiling face of itsGrrrrrreatmascot.

I’ve graduated from the sugary stuff to those whole grain versions that are chocked full of daily nutrients, or at least that’s what it says on the box. Sometimes, I opt for the old standby, Cheerios. It’s wholesome and prevents heart disease, or at least that’s what it says on the box.

Anyway, one day, not long ago, I found myself getting to the bottom of my bowl, and though it had gotten a little soggy, I was insistent on chasing that last one until I captured it. I corralled it after a couple of tries. As I slurped it into my mouth, it occurred to me, at that point, how I often worry about trivial things—things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of life. Often, I find myself chasing a morsel of life that is not very important.

One of those things I fuss over is how I look. I knew this day would come, but I didn’t expect the natural aging process to be so cruel. I don’t want to be 16 or 26 or 36 again, but I wouldn’t mind looking more like I did back then— before Mean Ol’ Mister Gravity had his way. And his ugly sister, Snow White Roots, shows herself between salon appointments. All I’m saying is that I spend a lot of time pursuing trivial goals that turn out to be temporary, if not totally unsatisfying.

Another Cheerio I chase is significance. As I stated in my blog series, The Ultimate Selfie: Seeing Yourself As You Really Are, we often think we can only find satisfaction and worth in what we’ve accomplished. I struggle with this. As I get older (which happens with every heartbeat), I sometimes stress over my lack of notoriety. I know. I’ve accomplished some things in my life that I’m proud of and thankful for. However, that is one cup that can never be filled. The more I get, the more I want.

Good King Solomon calls this quest striving (or chasing) after wind. In Ecclesiastes, he lists several pursuits in this category: works, knowledge, authority, beauty, and so on. In fact, Solomon, who was supposed to be the wisest man ever to live, let his acquisition of wisdom consume him, drag him into an ungodly life… and make him even hate his life.

No. I’m not hating life at all. I love my life, but I must look into the cereal bowl every morning and promise not to pursue the last, illusive, unsatisfactory morsel.

“I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is futility and striving after wind.”Ecclesiastes 1:14.