I am a designer, and I try to be a thoughtful designer. And as a thoughtful designer I’ve learned that the best designs are always matters of life and death. That may sound a bit extreme, but it’s true.
I don’t just mean that a poorly designed house could collapse and kill someone. That of course is true, but more to my point, design is always at it’s heart an act of human intention, and therefore truly good design always somehow manages to answer this question:
“Since death sets a limit on our time here, how then do we intend live?”
The Wabi Sabi of things, the imperfections and impermanence of life has much to teach us about how we could be living.
I say “could,” not should, because as someone who has only been here a handful of years and only knows a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of what it means to be alive, I’m not in any position to tell anyone else how they “should” be living theirs.
But when it comes to my own life, I do get to dictate the “shoulds,” and it does seem to me Thoreau was correct the he said, “Most men live lives of quiet desperation.” And also Oliver Wendell Holmes when he wrote, “Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them.”
I know for me, living, really living, is always a risky proposition. For those we’ve lost in war it took a great acts of courage to rush into danger. But for us who have to go on living it’s something different. Living requires fewer great acts of courage than it does a thousand tiny ones. Living takes a thousand tiny courages because we are all confronted daily with a thousand tiny fears. Fears which—if they had their way—would shut down our lives in the name of preserving them.
It takes courage to really live, so every week I sit here with you for a few hours and try to
en-courage us both—albeit in the simplest of ways—to design a life worth living.
And that’s especially true on a weekend like this when we remember those who’ve lives were cut short precisely so that ours could be fulfilled. We would do well to model their courage in the face of death, and honor their sacrifice by being equally courageous in the face of life.
It doesn’t mean it won’t be scary, but the good news is you don’t have to be fearless. Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is simply the realization that some things are more important than our fears.
So, this weekend, consider what it means that others have died so that we may live. And by all means face your own death if you can. And don’t be afraid to shed tears because life always ends too soon.
But then remember that you are still very much alive, and let those tears become rocket fuel for everything that could and should come next.
Then, light up the grill and have a party. Laugh and play and forget about your troubles for a while, knowing that the best way to honor those who’ve died is to summon the courage to build yourself a beautiful life.