As a citizen of the world, and humanity, I sincerely hope that someone in your life makes getting up each morning a jovial event. I hope that someone past or present allows for physical existence to be bearable and noteworthy if only because the people flanking you might be the meaning of life as we’re aware. It’s as simple as it is comforting.
Anyone who knows me is aware of the patriarchal weight I place on my relationship with my father. My life in many ways has been a reflection of his. If it doesn’t appear that way, I’m a failure in my own eyes, the only ones that count. My family is simple: “Do unto others”…and that’s where I’ve landed.
I hope there’s someone like my father’s friend “Bear” in everyone’s life. These people are the ones that make life worth the “get up”. Because when the dusty smoke of life’s negative incidents gives way to the light of laughter, we’re aware of the origin. It’s with the one person that smirked at life bearing down and the one that was happiest when people questioned. The fear of death is a trivial concern of the ones that choose to live each day. His was a simple being: Make everyone’s lives around you a bit more livable, then catalyze a few more smiles in this life of struggle. Because we all have our faults and are destined to showcase them at less than ideal times, it is imperative to surround ourselves with the people that have seen us at our best.
There will never be enough said about the meaning of this one man’s life. Suffice to say that his living made mine more memorable, and that’s all anyone can hope for.
