NOTE: Thanks to everyone who’s checked out Elegy and Irony; this is my hundredth post!
For many people (including me), today marks the end of summer. Kids are back in school. I’m starting my last year for my degree work.
Summer was supposed to be a rest and respite, a time for relaxation.
For me, it was anything but.
My summer was a big shit sandwich.
I had a health issue that required surgery, and for a brief period, the diagnosis was even worse than it thankfully, ultimately, turned out to be.
Let me be clear: in the big scheme of things, all of this was manageable. There are people who have far bigger challenges than me in this department.
But it was scary. It was a wake up call.
I’ve been working this summer on balance in my life, in my work, in how I approach everything.
When I was ill, I read several books to pass the time. Two of them – Life Happens, by Connie Schultz, and Life Itself, by Roger Ebert – had “life” in their very titles, and through all their pages. (I took those to the hospital with me.)
The story of Roger Ebert’s last few years is one of suffering, but also of great life, and great contentment and joy.
The words of a man who has been through a long, arduous journey but understood the value of embracing that journey at every step: “I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.”
I’ve thought about Ebert’s wife Chaz several times since his passing. She’s coped with his passing, led the efforts to keep Ebert’s writing voice and platform for commentary alive, and explored her own voice in her own works.
But in the midst of all that, a few weeks after Roger’s passing, this happened.
This makes me smile every time I see it. And by ‘smile’ I also mean ‘bawl like a baby.’
In the midst of a season of pain, it’s beautiful to see Chaz Ebert (and the other people there) celebrating life, living in a moment of joy.
The balance of joy and pain, of celebration and suffering.
I, too, did not always know this, but am happy that my eyes are opened and that my awareness and appreciation is wide awake.
Here’s to good grades and good health for you and yours.
(P.S.: Tilda Swinton is a goddess. That is all.)