Pops Part Two

I look at my dad and I see someone that isn't ever satisfied, he is discontent.  But he is content.  Confusing I know.

He looks at his life and appreciates it, even loves it.  But he is always striving for more.

That isn't bad.  I admire that.  I think that for many being content with your situation is a good segue into becoming lazy.  It is good to be comfortable with where you are in life.  But what about looking for more.  Not money or fame or accolades.  Not more like that.  But more like becoming closer to God, more benevolent towards other human beings, more comfortable with my self.  That kind of discontent has to be good.  Doesn't it?

Well that is what I see in my dad.  This kind of psychic discontent.  This drive to refine himself spiritually, mentally, emotionally.  And that is a quality that I love in my dad.

Today he came by to continue a conversation that started on the phone.  It was good to hear him talk, and good to listen to him.  And good to know that even though he has gone through divorce, he recognizes the differences in our situations.  

It is good to know that my dad loves me, and wants what is best for me, and for my kids.  That is fueled by that discontent that he has.  That need to help others, to look towards the best interests of his fellow man.  Even when that fellow man is his own son.

I feel that same fire.  That same need to make the world, and my relationships a better place.  That is my inheritance, that is my dad's legacy.  I would love to pass that on to my own kids.  And given time, I'm sure that I will.  And I won't be content until I have.  While loving what I do have.

File under Virtue.

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