Deathbed Literature: Life Is Funny That Way

Posted by Guest Poster | Oct 24, 2017 | Deathbed Literature | 0 |

The Future Deathbed Letter of Daniel Bester

It’s been 90 years since the day I was born. I’m surrounded by all my loved ones, as I lie in bed, in what will likely be the last month of my life.

I never thought I would have a family. I was not that type of person. I didn’t like the idea that my day was going to consumed by the needs of others. That makes me sound like a selfish person, but it had nothing to do with selfishness at all.

I just never wanted to know how my life would turn out and I wanted every day to not be like every day that preceded it. Having a family, in my mind, would make my philosophy impossible, as I’d be on a schedule for dinner, picking up kids, taking them here, taking them there, and so on.

I was an entrepreneur. I liked starting business’ and selling them and then repeating the process. After my fourth cycle, I began to realize that this started to feel like yesterday. Nothing was new. And in fact, it felt empty. Yes, I could go back and be proud of what I built and sold, but I never grew old with them. I always severed the relationships and moved onto the next.

This whole process was a pattern, and it would repeat, and there was nothing new about it anymore. It was all familiar, and as it turns out, I wasn’t living my philosophy at all.

Soon after my revelation, I met the love of my life, Erica, and all of a sudden I was open to the possibility of getting married, having kids, and being part of a family. I loved her so much, and it felt exciting to have children with someone who was on the same page as you in every way.

We moved away from the city, which I never thought I would ever do. And my main job became being a Dad, which it turns out is the best job in the world. Children are always changing and surprising you, keeping you on your toes, and it was a challenge to me, to help shape my kids as best as I could.

All of a sudden, I didn’t care if my life was my life anymore. It still was, but it became more than that. Everything was always new, and I was always learning. Being a role model takes work, and I wanted to be the best role model possible.

I don’t regret my late start in building my family because I just wasn’t ready. And I may not have been the parent I became without those years thinking that I was on the right path.

So as I lay here, I’m glad I took a road, it may not have been the right road, but eventually, that road forks and you have the opportunity to change directions. Sometimes what you think is constantly changing is stagnant and what you perceive as stagnant is constantly changing and growing.

Things will come to you when you’re ready to see them.

Life is really funny that way.


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