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There is Meaning in the Right People and Places


I have asked this before, but I still want to know.

What does any of it mean? Why are we here? Why do we so easily give in to hate and resist giving in to love? Why is aggression okay but the way of peace is not?  Why are we all so afraid? And of what?

Are we, as religion teaches, just evil at heart? Are we already ruined at birth? Is it in our DNA to make wrong choices, so that we require an outside force, God or Karma or Allah or whomever, to coerce us to do good, through threats of punishment, suffering, damnation, and hell? Are we not able to do that on our own without being forced?

I believe we are. I know too many good, decent people who are not driven by evil and selfishness. But unfortunately, they are always overshadowed, especially today, by an ugly, arrogant, mean-spirited crowd of self-aggrandizers, who are bitter, angry people. People obsessed with fears and prejudices and resentments.

These people are all around us. In the government. In the media. In churches. On Facebook and Twitter. In our communities. Neighbors. Co-workers. Employers.

I am not interested in shallow thinking and petty arguments. I’m tired of strutting bullies and imposters, ego-driven people thinking they are above the law, that morality is only what serves them, that having a set of personal values you attempt to live by make you weak and helpless.

Give me people who are open-minded, who love nature and the magic of life. Surround me with those who can laugh at themselves and whose laughter makes me laugh, too. Bring me those who are not afraid to love, who have overcome their defeating fears and have the courage to respect those different from themselves and their own beliefs.

I want to know people who still follow the law, who respect justice for all, who believe the government is not a menace but a system to help keep America a land of freedom and opportunity.

I have no use or need for loud bluster, for the shrill voices of crooks and incompetents, of blowhards and pretenders. Of those who think they are always right, that everyone else is a lightweight and a pushover. I want them to have another think coming.

Give me beautiful souls, people who have explored their own hurts and failures and have grown into a larger life. These are the heroes who can show us the way.

I don’t want children today to believe it is only a dangerous world where people all around them are ready to hurt them. I don’t want teens and young adults to think there is nothing sacred in life, that everything revolves around them, that they have no responsibility to themselves or others. And fortunately, there are massive numbers of progressive young people today who are already proving they are responsible, that they love their country and they will with courage and resolve fight for climate change and peace in the world.

There is so much wisdom to be absorbed. There are books of substance, and older adults who have lived well and have stories of love to tell. There are people of faith and no faith who have lived out years of caring living and still shine with an aura of dignity, joy, and compassion. There are community leaders who don’t complain and argue and find fault all the time, but who have a vision of unity, of togetherness, of shared goodness that creates multiple opportunities for prosperous, healthy living and neighborhood growth.

Give me those people as my friends, as mentors, as those who make life a wonder and a treasure.

Aren’t we all hungry for that? Don’t most of us want to live a life of meaning that we share with people who inspire and teach us, who affirm our gifts and don’t enable our fears and anger?

I cannot stop thinking about what the poet Tyler Kent White wrote, “I promise / if you keep searching for everything beautiful / in this world / you will eventually become it.”

If you want meaning in life, as I do, let’s follow that.

© 2019 Timothy Moody 

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