Free of earthly burdens

So I was perusing Reddit—an activity that can be nothing more than a way to pass time, or, on occasion, can be rewarding—this evening, and found a picture of a tombstone that a father designed for his differently abled child who passed away untimely.

Free of earthly burdens tombstone for a differently abled child

The picture certainly will resonant with anyone who has a child with a “disability.” The image, though, was not the part of the post that really stuck out to me. No, there was a comment about it that really put the concept of death into perspective:

When your parents or elders die, you feel like you’ve lost a connection to the past. I’ve been told that losing a child is like living through the process of losing the future.

I agree with person who responded by saying that it is a “crushingly profound statement.” The death of a child is not only untimely, but it is a chronological anomaly that simply shouldn’t occur. We as humans recognise items in space and time that are out of place on a regular basis—they catch our attention. For instance, have you ever been watching a film about a time period of long ago and noticed something that wasn’t available at that time (known as an anachronism, by the way)? The loss of a child is arguably the epitome of disturbances in the natural order of time.

For good measure, here is the full thread on Reddit, a link to the particular comment that I referenced, and the image hosted on imgur.

As a side note, the wonderful comment came from a user named Turkeybuzzard, which should be an indication to not pre-judge.

–Zach

Veteran’s Day is one of uncertainty

Today, 11 November, is an interesting holiday in the United States. It is the day in which we honour those individuals who have served in the armed forces and have defended their country. I say that it is an interesting holiday because I am torn on how I feel about the entire concept. On one hand, I am incredibly grateful for those people that have fought to defend the principles and freedoms on which the United States was founded. However, the fight itself is one that I cannot condone.

There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people

Threats to freedom in any nation are brought about by political groups, and should be handled in a political manner. I understand that my viewpoint here is one of pseudoutopian cosmography, but it is one that I hope will become more and more realistic as both time and humanity march onward. The “wars” should be fought by national leaders, and done so via discussion and debate; not by citizens (military or civilian) via guns, bombs, or other weaponry.

I also understand that there will be many people who disagree (in degrees that result in emotions ranging from mild irritation to infuriated hostility) with my viewpoint, and that is completely fine. Again, my dilemma comes from being simultaneously thankful for those individuals who have given their all to defend “freedom” (whatever concept that word may represent) and sorrowful that they were the ones that had to give anything at all. These men and women had to leave their families knowing that they may never return to them; knowing that they may die trying to defend something that shouldn’t be challenged in the first place—human freedoms.

Little boy looking at his veteran father
Who will explain it to him?

Let us not forget a quote by former President of the United States, John F. Kennedy who stated that “mankind must put an end to war before war puts an end to mankind.”

–Zach

Happy 17th!

Just wanted to wish you a Happy 17th Birthday, Noah. I hope that it is a great day for you, and that the upcoming year is even better than this past one! My wish for you this year is that you are able to take time to enjoy the truly important things in life: family, friends, your health, and the events that don’t require anything more than your attention. Take the time—MAKE the time—to stop and appreciate the world around you.

–Zach