MY LIFETIME FOCUS REMAINS THE HUMANITIES. AFTER MANY YEARS OF ACADEMIC WRITING AND A TWO-YEAR LAYOFF FROM BLOGGING, I HAVE RE-KINDLED MY INTEREST IN THE NONFICTION GENRE. I ENJOY POSTING A GREAT DEAL ABOUT THE HUMAN CONDITION FROM MY PERSPECTIVE AND WELCOME ALL COMMENTS FROM READERS.
Last month, I celebrated a birthday, which usually does not
hold much significance for me. I don’t believe in time. We all have the same
amount. The sun rises every morning and sets every evening. What we do in
between depends on priorities.
When I hear people say they don’t have enough time to do
something, it translates to me that the speaker has placed a greater priority
on something else. If I invite you to join me in an activity and you decline
because Uncle James is visiting your home that evening, it is perfectly
acceptable to me. It signifies that being in the company of Uncle James for
that occasion is more important than, let’s say, fishing with me.
But this last birthday was of particular significance to me.
And while I am not into presents or celebrations, I received from one of my
children the greatest gift a father could imagine, which solidified my suspicions
that life is worth living. Would I have turned down millions of dollars for the
gift? You bet I would. One of my children handed me a partially inscribed,
partially hand-written card that read as follows:
Dad, From Your Daughter
for helping me follow my dreams.
let me know that you were proud of me,
given me confidence that I carry with me wherever I go.
means more than I can say,
and I hope
you know how grateful I am for you.
My children took priority over everything in my life – and made
my insignificant life worth living.