Die to Yourself

Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fibre of your being, and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be truly yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.

- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

Sticking this here because I ought to think about this now, and it helps if I publicly spit it out so that I can't avoid it.

I love the truth that if you look for yourself, you don't find anything good, but when you look to God and Truth, you gain yourself- your true purpose, and all the capability God meant for you to have, which is substantial. That capability in moments of feeling it seems infinite, perhaps because it is, due to its being God's strength in you, or perhaps it's because it's so vast compared to what we're used to that it seems infinite. But I bend towards the former because God is behind everything we contain and something like capability and strength given us would be in a way infinite... in that all choices of what we are logically capable of (and what is morally good) are open to us.

Ramble, ramble.