Each of my children
struggles
with what they should do
in their lives
and
with their lives.
They ask what purpose they have,
what greater good
they can serve.
It seems as though
they feel as though
there should be some
final
answer.
There’s not.
While I’m glad
(as their Dad)
they’re trying to figure out
how best to serve
and what purpose they have
in the world,
and while I’m glad
they’re searching for purpose,
how can I explain to them
that I have not yet,
(at over a half of century of age,)
found that answer?
And that I may never find it.
What do
I want to do
when I grow up?
I may never know.
How can I explain to them
that the world is changing,
and its needs,
and the people of the earth’s needs
are changing as well.
How can I let them know that,
while those needs are changing,
our own,
personal,
ability to help
to serve
to uplift
and to strengthen
is also changing,
morphing,
growing.
I’m a much different man
than
I was at 25,
at 35,
at 43,
at 50, (12 years ago),
at 60.
My skills are different.
My talents have changed and grown.
I now have wisdom
that I didn’t even think
I could possess
when I was 36 years old.
So while I encourage
my kids,
(now grown)
to keep trying
to figure out
how best to serve,
I also hope that they have learned
from me
that service
and life’s journey
is not a final destination.
Life is simply
a journey,
an opportunity
to find out
how best to help,
and then to do that
in the moment,
until such time comes
as you find another need
that the world has
an another talent
that you have
that helps fill that need.
And on
and on
and on.
Because only those
who don’t stop serving,
who don’t stop helping,
who don’t stop caring,
keep living.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 