I’m not saying what I’m about to say because I’m looking for sympathy. I promise.
I’m only here, asking for a bit of your time, to express something which deserves to be expressed.
With that, my dad died seven years ago today. Right in front of me. Eleven months after being diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Eleven months after unfathomable suffering.
And the thing is, we’re all going to experience loss. Maybe not as brutally, but nevertheless, to some degree, loss is certainly our fate.
So how have we handled this?
Have we rearranged our priorities? Have we made kindness and mercy and compassion more important than the idolatry of monetary success?
We have not.
Instead, we continue to live as if our loved ones will live forever and continue to live as if no one but our loved ones even add up to a hill of beans.
And then when someone gets sick and/or dies, we say, “Oh my god, you’re not going to believe what happened?”
Why are we shocked when David Bowie dies? Or when it happens to your dog or to your aunt Shirly for that matter?
The writing is on the wall folks.
There might not be a point to life but the point we can give it, which will siumulteaously bring an end to the collective madness, is to love without conditions.
With no exception.
With no expectation.
And with that, if there is another side, I think my dad would agree with what I said here today and be proud of me saying it.
Thank you for your time and please know, if unconditional love is already your set point or if you’re working on getting there, you’re already enough. You’re enough. As is. You don’t need to strive to be better or be more complete. Fuck all who say otherwise.