Ellen has been waiting to make that joke since fob came back
… a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty; and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart"
Camus, “The Plague”
Dear No One, this is your love song. Beautiful song, just beautiful.
Robin Hood was sitting on a stump overthinking life as usual. Was humanity, at its core, good? Did his existence matter to anyone? Then Little John passed by with a gift for him, just because; it was a gray scarf he’d knitted for Robin himself.
It was like being given physical proof that you are loved and that people are kind. Robin Hood placed it around his neck, his thoughts disappeared, and he just felt so good.
The saddest thing for any son or daughter is to not be able to talk to his or her parents about one’s dreams, hopes or hurts.
I had lunch with a friend today who has long graduated from college. He’s done a lot in the field of development, in terms of policy, research, and even teaching. However, he told me that as much as it makes perfect sense to care about our society and use our God-given gifts to make our world a better place to live in, at the end of the day his innermost desire isn’t as ambitious as that.
Looking back, all he ever wanted was to open up a restaurant, have a small family, and be able to earn enough for the needs of his family without having to work long hours or worry about our nation’s problems. He does not regret his decisions up to this point, but at the end of it all he really just wanted to live a simple life.
It made me think about my choices, because honestly all I ever wanted was to have my own family, doing family things together. I guess it’s something that I didn’t have growing up, and I wouldn’t want my children to experience the same hardships. I want to be able to attend parent-teacher conferences, recitals, sports events, graduation, etc. without having work to stand in the way.
However, most of us are not born in comfortable families, and we have to work extra hard just to build a career and earn enough income to support a family. My dream sounds so suburban but honestly that’s all I ever wanted. I want to serve our nation one way or another, but I think if I had one innermost desire, it has to be being a family man.
I guess what I’m driving at here is that climbing up the career ladder until the very peak isn’t really what I want in my life. I also don’t want to reach millions of people and change their lives for the better if it gets in the way of the life of my own future family. Like a parabola, I have a vertex where this is the optimal situation for me that perfectly balances the time I have for work and the time I have for my family.
I don’t know why I think of these things sometimes but I guess it’s nice to think about the future and life choices every once in a while.
Excerpt, The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri J.M. Nouwen