Richard CoryWhenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked, But still he fluttered pulses when he said, “Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich--yes, richer than a king-- And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
My dearest Shosh ad Jaialai:
4 years, 8 months, and 19 days is an eternity. I miss you greatly and hope you are well.
Today, let’s talk about living your dreams. Dare to dream, and to follow your dreams. Don’t worry about the opinions of others. They have their lives to live, and you have yours.
This is not always easy. For example, when I was younger, I wanted to become a medical doctor. In college, I majored in the hard sciences and worked as a lab assistant, but I also volunteered to assist a professor with his social science research because I thought it interesting. Over time, I realized that my love lies in social science, not in medicine — but, to this day, I remain interested and curious about matters related to medicine, and my professional duties ultimately took me back to that industry.
Eventually, I changed my major to one of the social sciences. At first, family members protested and warned me of the difficulties of finding jobs as a social science major. Clearly, medicine offered a clearer career path. What they said concerned me, of course, but they presented no new information, yet I knew I would not be happy if I must spend my entire life working as a physician. Thus, their warnings fell on deaf ears. I pursued my dreams; won sizable scholarships that enabled me to attend top programs in the U.S.; got a doctorate in my field of interest; and, carved out a successful, interesting, and, generally, rewarding career.
Do what you love, my sons, and you never have to “work” a day in your life. Follow your interests and dreams.
Also, don’t buy the hype about this or that person having it all. You never know the burdens carried by others. Hell is visited upon each of us in our own unique ways. None can escape it. We all have our insecurities, fears, doubts, and weaknesses. As noted in “Richard Rory”, never believe that just because someone has the looks, the mannerism, and the trappings of wealth and royalty, his life is without difficulties. He, too, has his own demons to fight. (As reminded by the recent anniversary of Princess Diana’s death, her marriage to Prince Charles brought her more misery than it was worth: thus, she eventually divorced him. Even marrying the future king of England has its costs.) MIND YOU, SUICIDE IS THE COWARD’S WAY OUT AND THAT IS NOT WHAT I’M ADVOCATING HERE.
I recall a radio talk show years ago, where a prominent and wealthy lawyer was a guest. An individual called in to the show and said she wished she made as much money as he. He responded, “You can have my money, but you will also have to take all my responsibilities along with it.”
I believe the Buddha is right when he said, “Life is suffering.” But, you can overcome it by changing the way you think and how you approach life.
We’re not Buddhist, but do you not see that I share many of the same philosophies espoused by the Buddha? At his core, he is but a humanist, isn’t he? Isn’t Jesus also a humanist? Aren’t all the great ones in history and folklore humanists also?
Live right. You will find that living right helps relieve the burdens of life.
Be well, my sons.
All my love, always,