It needs to matter
Yay me! I have a blog. Well, I've had the blog for some time, but just haven't bothered to write anything. I guess that's because I'm never quite sure what I should say. I can't really start at the beginning, but I can start with the middle.
I have recently met someone. She's simply the most amazing person I've ever met. She has flaws, as do we all. What's strange is that I've accepted those flaws. In turn, she's accepted mine. It's the first time that I've ever felt truly accepted, and loved, by another person.
But that's not what I'm really writing about for my first blog post (ever). It just leads into the topic: what we're all searching for.
My partner, Jessica, and I talk. Really talk. Like spend hours on the phone talk. Then we spend time together, and talk some more. We founded our love on friendship. What's funny about it all, is we both never really believed in love. Love, as it has been written about so many times, was something that wasn't really real. It was a pipe-dream. A cleverly packaged con, fed to so many by so many (Shakespeare, Walt Disney, et. al.) It was while we were talking that something occurred to me: I've found what I've been searching for.
And here's the kicker: it's wasn't the love. It's the fact that I matter to someone. See, I have kids. I matter to them. I feed them, clothe them, etc. They are dependant upon me to survive. But in the end, it never really made me feel like I mattered. They had no choice; they were stuck with me. With Jess, I feel I matter.
Which brings me to my point, finally I think. One can argue the existence of God (as we know him - what ever that means). It can be argued there is no spiritual, no afterlife, no soul. Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. Either way you look at it, we're on this planet for a given amount of time. Soon or late, we all come to the end of that time. And, at the end, I think one of the things we'll have to ask ourselves is, did we really matter? Did we really make an impact?
I've saved lives (literally). I'm raising kids (or trying to). But, I think what really matters is that I've truly touched another life. In turn, that life has touched mine. We can spend our time building, we can spend it destroying, or we can squander it away on nothing. I'm thinking the goal is the first. At the end of it all, what we have done has to matter to someone. It has to have counted.
Time is the one commodity that is most precious. Once spent, it can never be regained. So, for once, I'm not wasting my time. I'm just glad that I figured this one out, before I had wasted too much.
I have recently met someone. She's simply the most amazing person I've ever met. She has flaws, as do we all. What's strange is that I've accepted those flaws. In turn, she's accepted mine. It's the first time that I've ever felt truly accepted, and loved, by another person.
But that's not what I'm really writing about for my first blog post (ever). It just leads into the topic: what we're all searching for.
My partner, Jessica, and I talk. Really talk. Like spend hours on the phone talk. Then we spend time together, and talk some more. We founded our love on friendship. What's funny about it all, is we both never really believed in love. Love, as it has been written about so many times, was something that wasn't really real. It was a pipe-dream. A cleverly packaged con, fed to so many by so many (Shakespeare, Walt Disney, et. al.) It was while we were talking that something occurred to me: I've found what I've been searching for.
And here's the kicker: it's wasn't the love. It's the fact that I matter to someone. See, I have kids. I matter to them. I feed them, clothe them, etc. They are dependant upon me to survive. But in the end, it never really made me feel like I mattered. They had no choice; they were stuck with me. With Jess, I feel I matter.
Which brings me to my point, finally I think. One can argue the existence of God (as we know him - what ever that means). It can be argued there is no spiritual, no afterlife, no soul. Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. Either way you look at it, we're on this planet for a given amount of time. Soon or late, we all come to the end of that time. And, at the end, I think one of the things we'll have to ask ourselves is, did we really matter? Did we really make an impact?
I've saved lives (literally). I'm raising kids (or trying to). But, I think what really matters is that I've truly touched another life. In turn, that life has touched mine. We can spend our time building, we can spend it destroying, or we can squander it away on nothing. I'm thinking the goal is the first. At the end of it all, what we have done has to matter to someone. It has to have counted.
Time is the one commodity that is most precious. Once spent, it can never be regained. So, for once, I'm not wasting my time. I'm just glad that I figured this one out, before I had wasted too much.
