Monday, December 21, 2020

What if there is nothing?

What if there is nothing? No truth. No answers
What if all we were taught to believe
Turns out to just be illusions in the land of OZ
Can we stop seeking? Can we stop grasping?
Can we just say no no no no no no no
Can we just be?

What if we don't need to be stressed all the time?
What if work isn't the higher calling it proclaims itself to be?
What is it to be human? What is it to be me?
Can't you see? Can we not just be?

No meaning. No purpose. No higher calling true
What if all there is in life is what I do for you?
A gaping void of nothingness save what you mean to me
So many people searching, so many people lost
Trying to find meaning...

Wake up. There is no meaning. There is only me. Only us. Only vegan sausages.
Vegan sausages. Compost. And lots of useless searching in between.

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Dad you never get it right (Dorky Poetry)

I know a lot I really do
Do not dismiss me hear me through
I know a lot I'll tell you this
All about the Kelowna virus

Oh CORONA oh I see!
I knew it's not from Tennessee
So you say it's from Wutan
Isn't that in Pakistan?

It causes Corbin seventeen
Something deadly and obscene
Lucky lucky yes for me
That there is none in NYC

Oh there is? That's something new
I bet it's not in Kathmandu
We should go and then you'll see
As we smoke good peyote

Do not fear we will be fine
I've got some hydroxychloroquine
Don't worry there's no need to rue
The power of belief will make it true 

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

I really have great kids

I'm sorry, what can I say? They are so wonderful!

Yesterday Alma (my 3 year old) had the building blocks out. She had them standing up in a line, and at the end she put them in a circle. It got to a point where with each new piece she added, she knocked another down. Then she'd pick it up and try to put it back and knock down another piece. She was so absorbed, and so pleased by the sculpture(?) that she'd created.

Why is it that as we get older, we're not allowed to play with blocks anymore? Why is it that as we get older, we're not supposed to join in with 3 year olds' games anymore?

... Wouldn't life be better if we spent most of our time trying to help each other build sand castles on the beach?

Oh wait, we can't do this because of the Corona virus. Never mind; let's go back to being stressed out and pushing each other down in our "adult" things

Tuesday, February 18, 2020

"Jan needs to let your father go"

"Jan needs to let your father go". So said Peggy (Pei-shien) Wong when she came to visit my parents. Nothing could be truer. She needed to give my father permission (and the courage) to face his condition; to face up to the fact that he is reaching the end.

My parents have decided to take a cruise to the Caribbean and back. In the days before, my father's blood pressure rocketed sky high. He has become his anxiety, and neither he nor my mother can adapt to their new reality.

Meanwhile, my family and I are taking our first vacation in about a year! I have never needed a vacation like I need this vacation. Reconnecting with Caroline and our kids, and having them forefront in my heart and mind is so restorative!

Over the course of my father's illness, I have become increasingly dissatisfied with American cultural values: Consumption, focus on the self, small families, proxy competition using your children, money as the one and only marker of success. It's so hollow. Contrary to American culture, I am 100% convinced that a life spent putting career before family is a life wasted.

It is a shame that my parents are so totally unequipped for what they are facing. And that they are so totally resistant to other ways of evaluating what a good life means. They have become consummate consumers, and cannot comprehend death as a part of life. My father has only fear and pain ahead of him, but he cannot admit this to himself. He still wants to live, and he still wants to live like he's always lived.

Me myself: It took a while, but I have come to accept and love my parents for who they are. To understand that for all of their studies, they are limited in the ideas that they will consider. My job now is to support them - the only way they will let me help them - and to focus my emotional energy on my kids, my wife, home life, and getting the family (and hopefully my resistant mother) through this in one piece.