happiness now

i don't have scheduled moments of happiness, deadlines for enthusiasm or appointments with destiny. i just try to find a way to live that feels good and right...now.  this is not always easy. it's been a journey and, to me, a journey includes both struggle and triumph.  and when i look around, i feel like so many people are missing the point of existence. they let life get in the way of life.

i love the way my life has twisted and turned and spun around and sometimes spit me right back out where i started. my life has consisted of amazing moments of awakening, love, hilarity and beauty as well as intense moments of pain, tragedy, despair and fear.  all of them, an important part of the path to happiness now.

to me, my life has been epic and i hope that one day i look back at this point and realize i was just getting started. 

i hope i am that lucky. 

weeks ago i stumbled upon a box. it had been brought over with some of my stuff from growing up that my sister had stored away for me. it sat for weeks before i got to it. when i lifted open the flap, all i saw was this paper...

i'm not even sure this paper exists anymore... maybe in some science lab where some antiquated, but functional piece of equipment remains tethered to the original dot matrix printer it was set up with.

i knew this box contained something quite old.

i had no idea when i opened that box that i would embark upon one of those kierkegaard experiences where i'm understanding life backward while living it forward... 

i unwrapped several framed certificates and degrees...

 in this box was my dad's bachelor's degree and all of his professional engineering certificates for different states...carefully, and individually, wrapped. 

...and two pictures of my dad driving his corvette. a corvette whose engine roar will intoxicate you and have you thinking about it as you lie in bed in the quiet of the night.

when i stared deep into the pictures, i could feel his youth. i could see me in the picture. i never felt that before.  i thought about what it would be like to photograph him driving it today. i'll never get that chance, but the thought of it made me smile. 

everything was neatly wrapped in the spiffy dot matrix paper except one thing that was tucked on the side, covered in dust...

i pulled it out... and my world just stopped...

  my father loved 'the far side' comic. i used to sit on his lap and he would read the sunday comics aloud to me. 

each and every one of them.

 i groaned through 'prince valiant', laughed at 'garfield' and often asked for further explanation about 'the far side'. 

i knew this was his calendar, but my dad never saw 1990.  he was killed in a plane crash in 1989...sixteen days shy of 1990. this calendar brought me to my knees as i thought about the fact that he had held this calendar in his own hands with no idea that he'd never rip the pages away.

today he would have turned 65. 

fucking tragic... 

...but this is a blog about happiness. 

even in the wake of tragedy, there are opportunities to bring ourselves closer to happiness if we are willing to see them. my mother taught me that.  and as pericles taught, what we leave behind is not engraved in stone monuments, but woven into the lives of others. 

i do a lot of weaving...

because when i weave in and out of others' lives, i am weaving them into my own...and that makes my life so much richer.

sometimes i appear to be all over the place, impulsive or maybe even a bit of a contradiction,  but that's because i never know if i'm holding a calendar in my hands that i will never have a chance to tear the pages away from... and that can be a very intense way to live, but it's genuine.

i do what i love for a living. i like my photography to puke happiness all over the viewer. making happy pictures makes me happy. i hope i create images that make people smile back at them. i hope they are here long after i'm gone for others to stare into and see something they never saw before. 

 don't let life get in the way of life... and do not take for granted the calendar you are holding in your hand...

happy birthday, dad.