Reflections of death
The tragic death of Robin Williams caused me to reflect on my own life. Here was a guy who made people laugh. His public persona was positive and warm. And yet he was not a happy man.
I look at my life and I see an unhappy person. I reflect that unhappiness on other people a good deal of the time. And yet I still choose to live.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not a gloomy person. I make the best of things. I just don’t have the positive sunshiny day out look. What I have found that motivates me is helping people be successful. Nothing brings me more joy then when someone complements me on my excellent support. Of course, I put myself down and deny that I am all that wonderful, but I love to be complemented. Who doesn’t? A few kind words can change a glum day into a spectacular day.
If I were Robin’s friend I would have been there to give him that emotional support. Not to say that the people around him were not supportive. I just think they were not aware of how deeply troubled he was. * I am thankful that I have never been there. I snapped out of it. Reality is too much a part of me. I know things will get better or worse but I am a survivor and I want those around me to survive too.
What I need to work on is being more positive about life. If I could be the happy guy Robin was on stage I would have it all. But maybe it is my pessimism that makes me a survivor. I look for bad things to happen and when they don’t I am relieved and overjoyed, if only for a moment.
For example, I have been working on a project here at work that looks like it is not going to reach a happy conclusion, but the manager sent me an email complimenting be on my work so far. This encouraged me to go the extra mile and make it happen. I now see hope that we might success by the end of the week. Just that one positive influence and I could see a solution that I was missing before.
I hope Robin finds his happiness in the afterlife. I am sure they are laughing in heaven right now. Rest in peace kind sir.
*Recent reports indicate how supportive his family and friend truly were to him. Sometimes we just can’t help the ones we love. I think he needed professional help. I also think maybe he wanted to be found before he finished the job which sadly didn’t happen.