What are you working toward in life?

Every two weeks I have an opportunity to meetup with a group of veterans and talk about various things that may be going on in life. The usual flow of our discussions start with anything anyone in the group wants to share, and then we focus on a theme for the remainder of the discussion. Last night one of the vets proposed the theme “What are you working toward in life?”.

This question is hard for anyone to answer, especially when they are challenged to provide details. As we decided to go with that theme, I looked around the room to see similar emotions and thoughts on each of the other vets faces, as I felt appearing on mine. I don’t normally want to go last in a discussion, as I am sure those who know me will attest to, but the thought crossed my mind with this topic. What am I working toward in life?

I could answer this question with an easy career focused approach of working towards obtaining a new and successful career in web development, but is that truly what I am working toward in life? My thoughts went to my family, and my three sons in particular. Ding! Ding! As soon as my focus shifted to them I knew exactly what I am working toward in life, setting the boys up for success.

To some people success means high paying careers and the ability to purchase the things they need and want. I would be lying if I said I have never felt that way, but as I continue to mature in life my thoughts on success have also continued to mature. Yes, I want my boys to be able to support themselves and their families, but more importantly I want them to be good human beings. Now, what does that mean? It means to do what is right when nobody else is looking. It means being kind, generous, and caring of other human beings. It means being the gentlemen who open doors for others, or volunteer to help someone in need. I thought to myself, “How am I doing so far?”.

Later I was lying in bed thinking on my last question to myself, and analyzing my performance so far. With a smile on my face I thought about my youngest son Logan (6) holding the storm door open for me while I locked the main door on our way to the bus stop each morning. Then I flashed to Brayden (9) comforting me, and praying with me for his Grandpa as he was in his final days. Finally I thought of Kamryn (19) and how generous he has become, volunteering to help watch his brothers when his mom and I are in a bind, going out of his way to give meaningful gifts to those he cares about, and his demonstrated resilience to adversity over the years. As I thought of my three sons and the fine young men they are becoming, I drifted to sleep. It was the best night of rest that I have had in a very long time.

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