Monday, November 15, 2010
We should see more plazas, streets and avenues, named after, and in remembrance of our fallen Taino's, and less in honor and worship of Colombus, Ponce DeLeon and all the other ruffians and mass murderers, revered and hailed today as heroes and visionaries, rather than for the monsters they truly were.
What is the purpose of life? Why are we here? What happens after we die? One thing is certain: we are not here to amuse each other with our silly solutions to these petty riddles. But, if venture we must down this labyrinthine path; please indulge me whilst I entertain you with my own silly notions.
While there are no generic answers to such unnecessary and intricate questions; answers do exist, nonetheless. Answers which lay deep within our very own selves. Why are we here, then? To live! What is the purpose of life? Whatever we choose it to be!
Personally, I aim to be a good son, a true friend, the greatest lover, a faithful (future) husband and a loving father; worthy of my (unborn) children's love and admiration. I am here to look after, care for and nurture those whom I consider my own, and that consider me as such. Whatever happens after we die will continue to be an unraveled mystery to us all. But, when that day comes; if I have been able to live up to the goals I have set forth as the standard definition of what my life should be, then I will fearlessly look at death in the eye and calmly surrender to it's rapture; with the satisfaction of knowing that my wandering and roving around this earth have fulfilled it's purpose: the very one I intended!
In the meantime, I shall continue striving, walking, stumbling, falling and rising; for my journey has only just begun!