the Gift of a Day

This is my first mobile blogpost. I read a twitter post that really stopped me cold, made me think. I will convert this to a richer, linked piece, but for now it's streaming consciousness and that's it. it's difficult to resolve my feelings about Andy Knapp's brave fight w/cancer and what has become my personal mantra; each day lived is a gift, not to be wasted. On the one hand, I see Andy as a person who has not a bucket list but an Ocean list of things to accomplish, and I bet (despite the situation) still does. I don't know him well, but it seems he has always held that same 'daily gift' ethos. A true inspiration of living an adventurous, full life, I can imagine him staring death confidently in the eye and saying, 'let's go'. On the other hand, I can imagine he's had days of hardship lately that didn't feel gift-like in any way, and what has occurred to his body is a crime against logic or reason. Why him, why so young? How naive the idea that gifts are bestowed daily... could I ever become one who could go with such grace into that good night? I'm conflicted. Guess I'll have to Keep imagining, keep remembering. Keep searching, and adventuring. Kenji Peace to you along your journey.

Comments

[Megan]

Great stuff Kenji. For an on-the-fly post it was pretty spot on.