Leandra looked straight at me this morning and asked, “What do you think is worth fighting for?” I was preparing myself for a deep, existential and introspective brainstorm followed by an intense discussion on the meaning in life, because after all — if it’s not worth fighting for, is it worth anything at all?
I know. I told you this was deep.
And then just as I was hunkering down to really channel and challenge my innermost self as my yoga teacher often “invites” me to do (thanks for the Paperless Post, Cheyenne, but I don’t need to RSVP “yes” to my own house party), Leandra offered what she would fight for: a good pair of true blue jeans, and the right to name her first daughter Spirulina.
(Spirulina is like a nutritious sea fern or something if you’re wondering.)
So that meant I could say something more along the lines of…horses and the perfect bagel, as opposed to love, or education, which is originally where I thought we were going with this.
But really. Think about it. The things we’d choose to fight for don’t have to fit neatly like folded handkerchiefs into philosophical pockets, because if we would actually throw up Jose Canseco and Bill Nye (those are my left and right fists, respectively) for good denim or the name of an ocean-tree, then it means something. So it’s worth something.
Riding horses, for example, is probably the only thing that keeps me mildly sane. Winston Churchill once said: “There’s something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” He also said: “A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on,” so the man knows what he’s talking about.
And the perfect bagel! Imagine a world/hangover without one! I am a pacifist in general but I’d remove my hoops for chive cream cheese and thinly sliced tomatoes on a double-toasted Everything Flagel in a heart beat, because nothing makes me feel more complete.
Or really good Mexican food at a restaurant that doesn’t charge extra for chips and has reasonably-priced guacamole. Only thing better than that is a hug.
At the end of the day we should be willing to fight for what makes us happy. And perhaps I don’t mean fight in the literal sense — resorting to fisticuffs is the fastest way to get thrown out of a bar or ruin a school photo — but rather, I mean fight as you would strive for something, or persevere for something. It’s determination to find/keep/preserve/and maintain exactly what it is that makes you smile.
What about you? What do you think is worth fighting for?
— A-million Dollar Baby Diamond