by M. J. Joachim
I watched a movie titled, “Meant to Be” the other day. It’s not going to win any awards or be listed as a classic or anything like that. However, this is one of those movies that sticks with you, the type of movie that makes you wonder about so many different things.
The main character is in search of his mother; the story line takes us on an expected journey, where he meets people who can help him find her to understand the meaning of his life, and how his life creates an impact in this world. (There’s a twist. There’s always a twist. The twist in this movie caught me by surprise. I won’t spoil it by sharing anymore about it here, just in case you want to see the movie for yourself.)
Many of us search and struggle for our purpose in life. Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could see the future and discover the impact we might or will have on those we love? Some people fight demons, battle depression and thoughts of suicide. They get lost in the pain of living. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if these same people could understand how much their lives matter here and now?
We often seek acceptance where there is none to be found. This keeps us down, sometimes forcing our hearts to the depths of despair. Look at Judas, for example – since it is Holy Week this week. He went for the wrong thing, looked in the wrong place and got all tied up in knots. Had he looked elsewhere, he might have seen what he was missing in this world. He might have made a different choice.
It was not to be. History had to play out and Christ indeed is our Savior. The rest of us also have choices; some of them are extremely tough to make. We hem and haw, battle within ourselves to the very depth of our beings and (Heaven help us), decide to make a choice we hope we won’t soon regret, because we have to live with it for the rest of our lives.
What about all those people? The ones destined to live lives that touch and impact our own. I’m referring to murder victims, aborted babies, euthanized people and suicides here. How would the world be different if their lives had been given the opportunity to end naturally, without the interference of man? How would our lives be different, if these same people had been encouraged and loved enough to continue living, until their natural deaths?
I believe death is a process, an extension of life leading to the next phase on our journey. I know, having been there when my own Dad passed, that dying people have many lessons to share with those they leave behind, especially during their final days.
To eliminate this possibility is to short-change not only the person dying, but ourselves as well. For I can say with certainty, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today, had it not been for some of those lasting impressions and lessons learned during the final days of my father’s life. I can say with certainty, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today, had I not been touched by the lives of all the people who I’ve met along the way.
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