Wednesday, September 03, 2008

A father writes a sappy, selfish end-of-summer benediction

May you remember the summer and learn to appreciate the strength that lies in young energy and imagination.

May you never sweat the details, but understand that it is the little things that mean so much.

May you never settle for a life in which you are not challenged.

May you learn to appreciate the cosmically powerful forces behind the phrase: What the fuck?

May you never ashamed of your shortcomings, but understand that those are signs of your strengths.

May you have enough wisdom to reject those damned e-mail forwards with presentations to download and empty promises. Those are for people who don’t have enough to do. If you find yourself participating in these…find a hobby.

May you fall in love with the part of you that is God. May it become larger due to this love and attention.

May you continue pissing people off…they need to be shaken up a bit.

May you be willing to accept others’ weaknesses.

Wrestle and struggle against an idea as long as you need to…you’ll fully learn it that way.

See the power that words can have, and yet understand how useless 26 characters, 10 numbers and a handful of punctuation can be in comparison to daily action.

May you understand that there is no human-made political party that can hold a monopoly on God, His agenda or His ideas. Despite conventional wisdom, this is true even during an election year. If He fit into a party, then He would not be God. Believe instead in a kingdom outside of politics that is yet to be fully understood.

Understand that your parents are doing the best they can, and that, in the end, they too are broken people on the same crooked path. We happen to be on it a few years longer, but experience is not always the best indicator of wisdom.

May you fall in love with God's sense of humor.

May you never be afraid to cry during A Christmas Story or laugh in the middle of your parents’ funerals.

Don’t apologize so much, but continue on to make amends.


May you always seek what makes you similar to your fellow Earth travelers and not look for difference.

May you never fall victim to a fear filled existence.

May you struggle with your concept of God. May you nag Him with questions and sometimes forget the answers.

May you reject the media and artificial wisdom and focus on guiding axioms.

May you seek to understand others instead of judge them.

Allow this life to be full experience.

May you be patient with yourself and your abilities. You were made for a certain purpose. Stop searching for it and just be. If you figure this out, please let me know how you did it.

Try to understand that most of the things that others tell you and that you tell yourself are lies learned through repetition and redundancy and repetition. Don’t assume anything to be an absolute truth until you have struggled against it, and it has won.

May you always keep track of good friends and see yourself in their struggles.

May you pray ceaselessly for the wisdom of when to speak and when to shut your mouth.

May you always find what is fulfilling for your soul and pursue it tirelessly.

May you not get hung up on “the why” behind what you do, but jump in and trust God won’t drop you on your head.

May you always use the left lane for passing, and the right lane for being old.

May you find the strength to forgive yourself when you know you are the perpetrator of wrongs.
May you get to know old farts. Especially ones with a lot of scars. Ask them lots of questions. Scars are the indication of wisdom. They have much of it to impart.

Never be ashamed to be called any of the following: radical, unpatriotic, irreverent, smart-ass, asshole, jerk, obsessed, nauseating, inappropriate or late for a meeting. Working for others’ satisfaction will only tire you.

May you never be true to yourself, but only to God in the way you understand Him.

May you learn to love others for the parts of them that are yet to unfold. You don’t even know everything about yourself anyway.

May you learn to forgive your parents for their insistence upon imparting you with knowledge, for kissing you on the head in front of your friends, for growing impatient with you, for documenting parts of your life for all to read and for crying at your preschool graduation. They are loving you the only way they know how.

1 comment:

Carrie said...

Beautiful, man. This is actually Jonathan, by the way. Great post. Look forward to seeing you. Peace!