Opportunity of a Lifetime

It doesn't matter if you stock up on canned soup. It makes no difference if you buy more hand sanitizer. No one will know if you have enough ammo in your gun safe. The sun will still shine, still set, still look beautiful in the springtime.
It doesn’t matter if you stock up on canned soup. It makes no difference if you buy more hand sanitizer. No one will know if you have enough ammo in your gun safe. The sun will still shine, still set, still look beautiful in the springtime.

There is a strong current of pessimism around us right now as a disease is endangering humanity, and we the people are not handling it very well. Social media has become a consistent source of bad news for me, so I think I will slow way down on checking it.

All I Have to Say...
My comment on social media this morning: Imagine that the current epidemic matures into a global catastrophe like the 1918-19 pandemic? Do you really want your legacy to be, “I bought a lot of toilet paper”? Not me. I want everyone to remember my work, and mostly how well and much I loved my wife Abby.

I will add that even if we got sick and died tomorrow, I am not ashamed of my life, and I feel like I have done a lot with it, that it was a gift, whether I have one more day or 50 more years.

So, why is this an opportunity?

I know I talk about walking our dogs a lot, but now is a perfect time to up that game. Maybe I could walk the dogs three times a day.

How about writing? Now might be the ideal time to set aside the quips and squabbles of social media, and sit down and write something on paper or, as here, a blog, maybe something with more substance and thought than just memes and links?

How about photography?  I know it sounds odd to hear a photographer talk about making more pictures as a hobby, but the possibilities abound. Is there an imaging project you’ve been putting off? Something creative you keep putting on the back burner?

Any of these things and a zillion more are better than fretting about something that might not happen, or worse, being part of the panic about it.

We’re all facing the same fate, sooner or later, so maybe now, in the shadow of the scare of a lifetime, is our opportunity to be who we really want to be, create what we want to create, love who we want to love, and, finally, find happiness.

What would it be like if we could all be as carefree as a little dog sleeping on Daddy's pillow?
What would it be like if we could all be as carefree as a little dog sleeping on Daddy’s pillow?

2 Comments

  1. What you say goes along with a book I’m reading right now. (Creative Calling by Chase Jarvis)

    Of course, when he wrote it, coronavirus wasn’t even a thing, so his talk about living a more creative, more intentional life was said in a more general way time-wise. When I started reading it, this thing was just getting started. But considering it in terms of current events seems to make it even more … urgent/timely/relevant.

  2. Frustratingly, just *before* all this, I was working on the draft of a sci-fi story in which the background was much of humanity being wiped out by a communicable disease. Now, I feel like if I finish it people will assume it was inspired by current events – it wasn’t.

    Also, I’ve had far less time to “create” recently, due to unexpectedly having the kids home (and a third child whose parents couldn’t watch her this week). My “legacy” from these trying weeks will be “he parented”.

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