A downside of posting from the iPad is the inability of the software to record a blog until it is actually posted online. I wrote this post much earlier in the day and a child took hold of the device before the post went to print. What followed was ten minutes of writing lost. I suppose tonight is the 20 minute rule. I also suppose the loss is fitting, because it echoes what I want to share.
What is a life well lived? According to Kobe Bryant it is a life that is about triumphing over adversity and achieving the dream. What happens to most of us is not the Kobe story, but a sadder refrain in which we constantly devolve our dreams until that are shallow husks of what we thought could be. Yet somehow we cling to these husks and attempt to call them a life well lived. Perhaps we she call them the chance not taken. This has been marinating for some time as an emerging theme in my coming fantasy novel (coming when I release it from the prison of my subconscious to run across the pages free). The revision of dreams and life happiness to something more manageable and reachable is nothing shy of an acceptable cop out.
I don’t mean to see the world die unhappy, but I wish people fought harder to become who they are truly meant to be. That fight, I believe, is a life well lived.