The audacity of existence

The ongoing calamities around the world strains rational thinking.  Just as we feel that we have the grasp of one tragedy, another explodes. We are being pulled in so many directions, that we may question the very significance of life itself.  But if there is anything I know of life, of all the hopes, the happy days and the sad ones, of the days of blue skies and nights of new moon, of the sound of children at play and the pain of wounded, homeless, and hungry is that it challenges the very soul of us, the essence of our being, and the audacity of our existence. 
 
But will life remember us?  Will the wind sliding down the mountain recall how it made us shiver? Or the sun, how it burned our skin?  Will our name be recalled in kindness, and will the birds that came to be fed by us, still visit our place?  Will our children have the freedom to run in these woods? Will their children?
 
Whatever it is, will its endurance/survival benefit our progeny, our namesakes and brethren? What did our lives mean? Was it just a passing, or something will remain of it?  Though we are just a traveler through these times, we learn from all that we see and pass it on to others passing us by.  Hoping that they too add well to it as they pass it on, for this is our life until we die or live on if we are remembered well. Till then, let's not add to the crisis, let's stay peaceful, heal the needy, keep learning and teaching. Maybe then our existence will be audaciously meaningful.


Reza Ghadimi
March 10, 2022