Why Are We Here?So we were lying on our backs on the grass in the park nextto our hamburger wrappers, my 14-year-old son and I,watching the clouds loiter overhead, when he asked me, “Dad,why are we here?”
And this is what I said:
“I’ve thought a lot about it, son, and I don’t think it’sall that complicated. I think maybe we’re here just to teacha kid how to bunt or eat sunflower seeds without using hishands.
“We’re here to pound the steering wheel and scream as welisten to the game on the radio, 20 minutes after we pulledinto the garage. We’re here to look all over, give up, andthen find the ball in the hole.
“We’re here to wear our favorite sweat-soaked Boston Red Soxcap, torn Slippery Rock sweatshirt, and the Conversesneakers we lettered in on a Saturday morning with nowherewe have to go and no one special we have to be.
“We’re here to tie the perfect fly, make the perfect cast,catch absolutely nothing, and still call it a perfectmorning.
“We’re here to nail a yield sign with an apple core fromhalf a block away. We’re here to win the stuffed bear or gobroke trying.
“I don’t think the meaning of life is gnashing our bicuspidsover what comes after death but tasting all the tiny momentsthat come before it. We’re here to be there when our kid hasthree goals and an assist. And especially when he doesn’t.
“I don’t think we’re here to make SportsCenter. The reallygood stuff never does. Like finding ourselves with a freeafternoon, a little red 327 fuel-injected 1962 Corvetteconvertible, and an unopened map of Vermont’s backroads.
“None of us will find ourselves on our deathbeds saying, ‘Iwish I’d spent more time on the Hibbings account.’ We’regoing to say, ‘That scar? I got that scar stealing a homerun from Consolidated Plumbers!’
“See, grown-ups spend so much time doggedly slaving towardthe better car, the perfect house, the big day that willfinally make them happy, when happy just walked by wearing abicycle helmet two sizes too big for him. We’re not here tofind a way to heaven. The way is heaven.
“Does that answer your question, son?”
And he said, “Not really, Dad.”
And I said, “No?”
And he said, “No, what I meant is, why are we here when Momsaid to pick her up 40 minutes ago?”
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