We all find ourselves looking at where we stand in our lives. Sometimes, literally, but most times, it’s mentally, spiritually, financially, or emotionally. We spent countless hours searching our world-weary soul, trying to understand the things around us. From what we’ll do about dinner to how we feel about another person, the same question always comes up: “What do I want?” or “Where do I need to go?” For me, the question that’s been coming up a lot lately in some conversations is a shorter one: “Why?” After digging around, one particular question came up that I couldn’t really answer at the time. But I know now that I knew the answer the whole time. And it’s a far simpler answer than I ever thought that it would be.
Now, trying to convince the other party of that? Ever try arguing with a jet engine? Yeah, just like that.
Now, we’ll have to come back to that point, because there’s something more important that needs to be talked about: People ask themselves many things that don’t have simple answers. But the most complex questions sometimes have simple answers. And the thing that’s been bothering me, the question that I have been wrestling with is where is it that I’m supposed to be in my life. What am I supposed to do in my life? Where am I supposed to be?
When I talk to some people, I doubt the answer to that question more than others. But I already know the answer to that question. It’s not a hard thing to understand. But ultimately, the only person that really needs to be convinced is me. So the answer to that question should always be a simple one. But let’s get back to the original subject, shall we?
So recently, I found myself sitting in the dining room of a friend of mine. This friend that I was talking to has been going through some rough times lately and like any of my friends, I’m always willing to offer a friend a shoulder, an ear or words of advice. But in the case of this person, I find myself trying to help more. I didn’t understand why at the time and part of me still doesn’t completely understand why I go to the lengths that I do. But ultimately, the night ended with her running down the hall to the bathroom, trying not to pee on herself because she was laughing so hard that she snorted a couple of times. And when I left her place, and I drove home that night, I had an epiphany. Not just related to dealing with her, or any of my friends for that matter.
When I left that house, I realized that I’d been looking for my place, where it was that I belonged. And all this time, I knew the answer. But that moment reminded me of where I needed to be.
I had been running away from so many things in my life, but the common thing in my life was that I always tried to help my friends. Be there for them. Protect them sometimes, but more than anything, just to be there for them. I’d been searching for where I was supposed to be.
But I was there already. The whole time, I was exactly where I need to be: standing between my friends and the things that hurt them or make them uncertain about the future. Because in the end, all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. But there is still a question that remains unanswered:
What makes a good man?