My husband says it was to save our daughter. I have saved my child. At least twice she was within days of dying. But is this all I am here for? I can’t keep her alive if she doesn’t want to be. Hell, I couldn’t even keep her alive if she asked me too. In the end, the work necessary for survival is hers. I can’t do it for her. And saving your own child isn’t magnanimous. It is what most of us would do. And, more importantly, it is what we should do.
Doing what you should do can not be a life’s purpose.
And we are all bound to fail if the purpose is following some sort of moral script.
Sometimes I wish we could all be avengers and superheroes; performing spectacular feats of a magnitude that we never predicted on our little home radars. Why can’t the tiny ripples caused by good deeds be more like tsunamis?
There is an urgent need for a lot of saving to be done.
And sometimes I just feel plain powerless as I sit here eating my lunch.