Sunday, March 3, 2013
Laughter was never far away
“My father was a great man; he made everybody happy and smiling. Was him rocking the world? Maybe not. He was a good man indeed and everybody loved to be around him … His friends wrote on his epitaph: «Laughter was never far away»”
The other day I was talking with my best friend, JMK, and he told the above story. These words have a deeper impact on me than I thought, I recalled them several times and seeing something in common with my life.
When I was a teenager I was tough and wild, I was dreaming of changing the world, I was excited by the idea of a revolution from the working class to change the society order. Few years later I was a little softer and I thought it would be enough to contributing to make a difference in this world. I was joining some volunteer projects with street children in Africa. The years are passing and my dreams are getting smaller, I am sad to admit that I didn’t change the world, I didn’t make a significant difference neither. I am seeing that man, then I am seeing my father as well, I think that I would be happy to be considered simply a good man, someone who makes his friends happy and they would be happy to be around him.
I started my journey with big dreams and it is sad to acknowledge these dreams shrinked. Nevertheless I feel peaceful by just aiming at simply being a good man.
Since so far I dint build any legacy, or in other words I don’t know where my ashes will be blown and I guess nobody will write my epitaph, these thoughts let me feel I should re-start my long time suspended blog and at least leave some trace behind.