I am so glad to be here. By that I mean I am glad to be
writing. I am also glad to be
alive and healthy. Yesterday I did
not feel well. My deadline is
getting closer and at the moment I’m excited and scared. None of the negative voices in my
head are being quiet. They are
still whispering, “Why are you doing this? It’s not going to do anything for you. It’s so arbitrary.”
Technically that’s
true. This is an arbitrary
goal. But in the long run, many
goals are.
Why do any of us
do any of the things we do?
What propels me to
be interested in, say, U.S. Presidents and not quantum physics?
Why do I like
baseball more than basketball?
And why do I
ignore professional football for my entire life and then one day find it
fascinating?
Why do I like
orange more than maroon?
Why am the way I
am and why do I do the things I do?
I think there are
four answers: Godly design,
genetic design, environment and choice.
I’ve been designed
in a certain way by God and genetics.
Now I understand the God part.
King David wrote, “He knit me in my mother’s womb.” To me this means I was not an
accident or a mistake. No matter
what the people in my life thought of my birth, (and I don’t think they were
too happy about it) God had a plan for me. Perhaps, given the billions of people who have ever lived,
that thought is presumptuous. How
is it possible that we are all here for a reason? I don’t know.
And perhaps that’s not even the right question to ask. Perhaps all I need to know is that I am
here for a reason.
We also have a
particular genetic design, a unique one for each of us. This explains why I like pizza but not
lima beans. It might explain why I
like bright orange but not maroon.
It comes from my family of birth, not only my birth mother and birth
father, but also uncles, aunts and grandparents. For example, I knew a woman who did not look like her mother
but was almost a physical replica of her aunt.
I also understand
the environment part. We become
like the people we most associate with.
So, like everyone else I took on some of the traits, likes and dislikes
of the family that raised me.
I knew a family where everyone had the same laugh. I remember sitting with my adoptive
mother once, watching TV. A
performer started singing and I said, “I like her.” My mom said, “I don’t.” Those two words completely changed my view of the
singer. To this day, I still don’t
like that singer.
Environment is not
restricted to family. As
teenagers, our friends become more crucial and many teenagers adopt the
clothing, tastes, habits and even speech patterns of their dominant peers. When I was in the California
Conservation Corps, just about everyone swore. When I returned home after the training, people were shocked
by my liberal use of the F-word and I wasn’t even aware of it. This is not restricted to young
people. All of us at some level
imitate the mannerisms of our peers whether we are at work or in a gang. (I won’t go to comic conventions
unless I’m wearing a superhero t-shirt.) Our dominant group gives us a sense of safety,
belonging and solidarity. We are
unique…like everyone else.
Finally, there is
choice. This is the hardest of all
and it’s what makes life the most exciting. It is forming my own identity. I do not need to discard, nor can I to a certain degree,
God, genetics or environment.
Rather, I take all three and combine it into a unique fourth. It would engender the following
questions:
·
Why did God create me?
·
Why am I here?
·
What did my family(ies) teach me and how can I use what
I’ve learned?
·
What do I do with all my experiences, the places I’ve
been, the people I know, the things I’ve read and learned, and my victories and
defeats?
To ask these
questions is to invite stress and confusion into your life. The word “question” begins with the
word “quest.” Most quests don’t
happen in a day. Some of them take
years. There are no quick or easy
answers. But I think it is also
the only way to live an active and full life. Otherwise, I believe life just happens to us, not because of
us.
Sometimes I see
people who seem far more placid and calmer than I am. They seem to have fewer questions and their answers seem to
be easier. They don’t seem to wrestle
with God or life or constant complexity or analysis. I have sometimes wished to be that kind of person. At the same time, I know I am who I
am. And I’m grateful for who I
am. My life feels like it has
endless dangers and battles, but it also has unlimited possibilities for joy
and adventure. There are
millions, if not billions, of ideas, thoughts and stories. Sometimes when I walk into a comic
convention, I see the boxes and boxes of comic books and I realize how
limitless creativity is. There is
an unlimited number of worlds and ideas. And that’s just in the fictional realm. In the real world there is also an
unlimited number of worlds and ideas, any of which I can use to make the world
better. The limits come from the
same place my solutions come from – my mind. Well, the solutions also come from my heart, my soul and my
actions.
This is why I was
created – to ask the questions and to find the answers.
To do this I have
to Get Started and Keep Going…and keep asking.
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