Life is good?

When people say “life is good”
I wonder
they are talking about.

Is life inherently good?
Are we, the passive recipients of a good life?
Is our living, like eating a chocolate cake,
our only task to savor and eat
the cake made for us?

I don’t think so.

Yet, the expression, “life is good,”
has crept into daily conversation:

Q: “How are you?”
A: “Life is good.”
Q: Me too.
A: Ok. See you later!
End of conversation.

Is it really that these two people, Q and A
are the only two people on the face of the earth
where life, is now and has always been good?
Or, is this an accidental conversation, a point in Q and A’s lives,
that coincidentally, has both Q&A somehow having ‘good lives?’

There is a company (
that ‘life is good,’
printed on t-shirts
and coffee cups
and other paraphernalia.

Life is short, I know that.
Life can be hard, I know that.
But good?

What is good:

about living,
knowing that there is a certainty
of us and everyone we know,
will be dead in 100 years?

about sickness and people we love suffering?

about losing a job?

about the constant state of war
the world is in,
and has always been in?

about terrorism
and earthquakes
and nuclear plants melting down?

about divorce,
the misery leading to it,
and it’s aftermath?

makes sense to me.

Being kind to ourselves,
being kind to others,

creating things that help others,
creating things that help ourselves,

being honest and true,
not talking badly about other people,

looking forward to each of life’s challenges
knowing that G-d
has placed everything in our path
for us to overcome,
for a reason we may never know.

loving all we can,
realizing that
our lives leave a legacy,
in the manner of how
we live our lives
before we leave it.

These things,
and more that I can’t think of,
are means we can choose
to make our lives good,
and the lives of others good.

A story goes:
One man on one side of town,
cranky and miserable,
time to go to work,
smashes down
the alarm clock
with one hand,
with the other,
pushes himself up
from the bed
under his breath, says,
“dammit I have to go to work today,”
all the while,
complaining about the coffee,
the runny eggs and the burnt toast.

Another man,
on the other side of town,
unemployed for months,
woke up to his house on fire,
his home destroyed,
burns from head to toe,
one eye blind,
in a hospital bed,
“I feel so immensely grateful I survived,
I am so profoundly grateful
to have one eye with which I can see.”

What makes the difference
between these two men?
One man
with everything,
and miserable.
The other,
scarred and half-blind,
escaping with his life,
filled with gratitude.

Life is short,
and at times,
not easy.

Make life good.



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