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Fatherhood is Hope

We know the world is a crazy place

and that is it easy to give up, throw in the towel.

The idealism of youth gives way to the cynicism of middle age

when we realize that despite our best efforts, change is very difficult.

To be a parent and, in particular, to be a father....why bother?

 

Some say fatherhood is driven by ego,

the child providing the ultimate selfish representation of oneself.

Others say driven by fear,

the fear of mortality and the unconscious and genetic need

to propagate and maintain our lineage, our species, our world.

While both can be true, I believe the best manifestation of fatherhood

is  driven by tikkun olam, a Jewish concept that we all have an obligation

to better the world, to move it to a better state than currently exists.

 

We do what we can when on this earth to love our family, friends,

and be as righteous as this world will allow.

Our genetic legacy is not nearly as important as

our obligation to pass on what we know, have learned, have experienced,

and enable our children

to carry the mission to an always higher level.

No matter what our belief in the afterlife, and what the future may hold

we are here now in THIS life,

and as long as we move the ball further and further

in the right direction, there can be hope.

 

Truly being a father, a good father, enables hope.  Maybe that is enough.

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