It was a warm day in Erie, PA on October 2, 1968. The high was listed as 78.1°F and a low of 64.9°F with the winds blowing at about 15.5 knots. In St. Vincent’s Hospital, Daniel A. Roberts was born unto the Earth.
Four decades and six years later, I am a long, long ways from that day. So much has changed. So little remains. I’m a writer. I’ve gone through three major careers. I’ve fought tooth and nail for the things I believe in. I still do to this day.
Intelligence comes from the mind, wisdom comes from the heart. Imagination is the glue that keeps our minds fresh, up to date and full of hopeful, if not grand, expectations. This world we live in is not what you may think it is. Our soul doesn’t just live within us, we live within a spiritual envelope, a seed one might say, building our qualities through the fire of our will, much as a blacksmith forges a sword.
That internal forge isn’t the same for everybody. Some people forge their swords with the intent to do evil, and those with the intent to do good, to protect and serve, have to make sure our own swords are well crafted. Then there are those who would forge their mental shield, or a full suit of armor, to withstand the attacks by those who don’t know better. Or to stand in the way of wrong doers, with intent to prevent harm to themselves or others.
We are all given options in our lives, and we choose among them. Some don’t believe in anything beyond their daily routines. Some believe in a higher power with such fervor, they drive themselves towards violence. Then, there are those, the majority of mankind, who pray to God for a better experience in this life, and that is merely that.
Most people see our lives as going from cradle to grave. That is how we measure life. From the moment we are born, to the moment we die, everything of concern to us happens in that time frame. That is a human view. Human eyes, and human understanding. It’s normal, but then, I take great joy in not being normal in my own views.
I see my time here on Earth as a short visit, nothing more. I was born, but life doesn’t stop in the grave. As I said, we are seeds. We germinate over the years. How we live, how we love, how we grow up, it all forms that seed deep within us. When our body grows frail, or is tragically killed, we are planted in the ground. Just like a seed. What our spirit grows into is something we won’t know until the time comes. For those who fill their lives with hate and anger, they will learn very quickly that to be a weed in a spiritual world is to get pruned, while the rest of the flowers are well-tended. Goodness, I love metaphors!
I am a Christian. Non-Denomination. Most of the time, especially for those who are angry at Christians, such a declaration can produce eye-rolling of epic proportions. They have a prefabricated model of what they think a Christian is, based off of flawed humans who can’t help but act badly. It’s okay, I forgive them. It’s human to assume that everyone who says they are Christian is to be all lumped into one index card.
I refuse to let my belief and faith to shut my mind. What we humans know about this world can fill a volume of encyclopedias. What we don’t know can fill three planets worth of libraries and still need more space to hold thick volumes.
We all need to look at each other a little differently, but that is difficult, as human nature by default is a dark, powerful entity that is waiting to pounce. Those of us who have large hearts, are filled with empathy, who wish no harm towards others… most of us don’t realize that we are still in the minority. On a planet of more than seven billion humans, around sixty percent are still trying to kill each other on a daily basis.
Can you blame other world beings for not giving us a second glance on a fly by? In fact, I’d be shocked to find out that the Earth isn’t in some form of strict quarantine, at least until we stop killing our own kind.
Those are my thoughts, on average. The world is still a place to be worried about, but I have friends here too.
My friends. Those are some unique people. If you know me, and are my friend, know this now. You’re loved on the same level as brothers and sisters. This is not lip service. This is not some type of patronage. I love you all. I’m as empathic as any human can be. I feel your pain when you hurt, I feel your joy when you’re happy. I bury it deep, close to the heart, where everything matters. I may not always share this, or show it, but it is there.
Do not hold your hearts with a heavy hand, deep regretful thoughts or fearful aspirations. Enjoy your life! Wake up every morning, smile at the sunlight, breath in deep, enjoy the scent of the air itself. You’re alive, and no matter how much pain you are in, no matter how physically in shape you are or aren’t, know one valuable thing. Your life matters. Not just to you. To everyone. Everything you do, from the moment you are born, causes ripples through everyone’s life. Even to the people you never meet.
Consider this… your coffee pot breaks down one morning. You end up leaving late as you must have that cup of coffee, rushing to get to work, or to whatever destination in mind. Halfway there, you spill the remainder of your coffee, causing yourself further delay. You arrive two minutes late. Every path you crossed happened two minutes later than normal. People who were delayed when they would have not been, has their path altered forever. Those two minutes you altered, could have saved a life. By preventing that accident from happening, that college student goes on to cure cancer.
It’s possible. We’ll never truly know how much that has happened, at least in this lifetime, but I believe this world is filled with things like this. Our world is in constant flux, and every little thing you do, or don’t do, can mean the difference between life and death for the rest of humanity. Something tells me that if we knew what those odds and actual numbers are, we would be shocked silly as to how often it occurs!
So please, don’t review your own lives as less than adequate. You are one of the most valuable souls in this world. All of you. For who you started life as, for who you have become, to whom you are destined to be, and every second is precious. So live your lives like it matters. Because it does.
That is my birthday message to the world.