Well, today I was lazy. In general I am not a lazy person. I take pride in getting things done. My life seems to be strung together by a series of goals. Each one once accomplished leads to another: finish my bachelor's degree, master's, teaching certificate, learn Turkish, Greek, et cetera ad naseam. Sure running around after goals always makes the future more exciting. Half of life, after all, is anticipation. But what about the other half?
Well, I'd like to say the other half of life is our memories, and unfortunately, running after goals all the time doesn't seem to benefit that other half of my life. Certainly it is a sublime and singular feeling to reach what I have long strived for but it is fleeting. These feelings once attained dissipate rapidly and I am left with another notch on my belt and a few less years on this planet. Memories on the other hand are my constant companions. They make me laugh while I'm sitting in traffic, create topics of discussion with all my long-time friends and family, and serve as a foundation of experience in every decision I make. So even though I did little today to accomplish a goal, I can at least take consolation in the fact that I will always remember how as I struggled to feed my youngest son (my wife usually acts as his feeding slave), he began to fling those sloppy stinky beans accross the room and I, in turn, let the expletives fly. Of course, I can never be truly angry with my little chunk, and after the feeding ordeal, we were back to hugs and giggles.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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