Life is a beautiful thing. We are so lucky to be experiencing it, with all its happiness, joy, satisfactions and pain. All of it is beautiful in its own way.
The most beautiful, and yet the most terrible part, is that we have to die. It is beautiful because it forces us to take notice of life. We have to be a part of life, whether we want to or not, and when we find death, we start to take notice. Weirdly, I didn’t find death until I was blessed with new life: you boys.
Before Tay was born I was a couch-sitter. I had my adventures, but most of my time was taken up with simply dreaming and wishing while I was sitting and blobbing. When you were born, something changed.
Firstly, I had far, far, far less time for myself. With so little time, I made the most of what I had. I had no more time for doing nothing, only for creating something.
Secondly, I wanted to be a dad to be proud of. I wanted to be a man you two could emulate. This meant I had to recreate myself as a man worth emulating. It’s a work in progress, one that will continue until my last day.
Being a parent brings into stark relief one of the silliest results of evolution – my kids have to learn all my lessons over again. All the hard work I’ve put into learning about myself and the world, all that knowledge, it will disappear when I die, as it did when my ancestors passed away. There is no download button as yet directly into your brain from mine.
Thus I’ve made this blog. I want you to know what I know. Of course you won’t know it until you’ve experienced it… but there is a time and a place for all knowledge, and I hope that occasionally the right phrase will be there for you at the right time and the right place.
I love you both of you boys, more than anything on the planet. Let’s get this party started!