Better late than never.
We work, we breathe, we eat but do we actually live? I find myself asking if I’ve really been able to relish in the true meaning of life or whatever that means in a Ghandi-esque context. This degree of introspection is usually the result of a road block that has forced me to challenge the auto-pilot that I was allowing to control my life – it’s time to turn it off.
Before I jump into my experience, I want to prime the blog by letting you know that I have an amazing family, supportive friends, loving wife and baby on the way. In retrospect, I live a very happy life though society has a way of highlighting its flaws -conditioning me to focus on the next 15 instead of living in the present. I’ll be presumptuous and assume that most people are similarly diseased, unable to achieve genuine satisfaction for FOMO or not keeping up with the Johnstons. I guess it’s easy to stay stuck in that loop until your next 15 isn’t guaranteed, when your own mortality becomes the ubiquitous reminder that you’re time bound and forced to fight for an extension. This is where I am…
“I’ve been so many places in my life and time
I’ve sung a lot of songs
I’ve made some mad rhymes
I’ve acted out my life in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we’re alone now and I’m singing this song to you”
Like most people, I have had varying degrees of both good and bad news in my life but nothing will ever overshadow the joy I felt in hearing that my wife and I were expecting our first child. They say (who, I’m not quite sure) that God equips us with what we need to overcome adversity and inject meaning into our lives. I must say that I’m convinced and I believe that our miracle is the muse for this writing and ammunition for my war…
The Hopeful Motif 