I’ve got a bajillion and one blogs in my google reader from all parts of the planet. Some of them are in LA, some are in Utah, some are in Australia, some are in Manila, and some are in places so far forlorn I can’t even pronounce them (these are usually filled with pictures of half-naked men or a Gaykoslovakian fansite of Channing Tatum). Some of them are fascinating reads. Some of them… *shrugs.
Opinions are a tricky thing. They’re formed out of our own prejudices and framed by our perspective of the world. What breaks my heart is that some *popular* opinions are subtly laced with poison and malice. And there are a bajillion and one opinions that fall into that category: a blogger that’s never left LA, a single mom working as a maid in Hong Kong to support her kids in Manila, or that Mrs. Spelling widow chick. I chuckle sadly at these poor folks, ranting and whining and smashing their frustrations into their keyboards, oblivious to the lives being lived in another “dimension” (for lack of a better world), sometimes right next door.
When you’re older and mommy lets you read his blog (or after your therapist helps you get over your issues with calling a grown man “mommy”), I want you to remember that there is infintely more to the world than what your father and I were able to show you.
If all had gone according to plan, you were either raised in a house in the middle of a cornfield in Iowa, or in the lap of luxury in a skyscraper in New York. Either way, we may not have always had the chance or the money to see the abundant wonders of our planet: the Banaue Rice Terraces, the Grand Canyon, Angkor Wat, Machu Pichu, the Pyramids, Crete. We want you to explore these on your own. Read books, watch the discovery channel. It would help if you got off your virtual reality bed pods and disconnect those wires sticking out the back of your head. It’s called going offline. You’ll survive.
An important thing to remember is that New York is not the world. Los Angeles is not the world. Manila is not the world. Your opinion of the world will almost always be wrong. Read your history books. But take them with a grain of salt. They’ve been rewritten by the winners. Revel in the joy of meeting new people, expanding your horizons, enriching your stories with their own. The human tapestry is so rich and colorful. You are but a thread in an amazing bolt of fabric that spans the world, and your one thread makes it all the brighter.
Most importantly: live. today. now. Of one thing I am certain: one day we will pass, and so will you. Don’t wait for death. Don’t be afraid of death. Embrace your mortality, and live for this moment. There’s only now. There’s only this. You never know if you’ll be given another one. The rain in Seattle, the sound of the wind rushing through trees in the Serengeti, the kiss of the rising sun in Nepal, the feel of ice-cold water wrapping around your parched throat on hot, sweltering day. This is your world. Enjoy it in this moment.
Eat your veggies.