I gave this speech the other night.
There are a couple of moments that don't feature here:
During the build up to talking about Darwin's daughter's death, I made mention of his memoir. The whole mood being created was destroyed when one of the Year Twelve girls yelled out 'MEMOIR?!?!?'
I paused. Then said, "To those of you who do watch Big Brother, memoir means 'diary'. I moved on.
Anyhow. My address.
I
appreciate being invited to speak to you all tonight. But having heard Mrs.
Lacey’s and Mr. Marlow’s speeches this morning – this has become a rather
daunting task. I want to leave you with something useful. If I’ve been given
the opportunity to speak to you, I don’t want to blow it away on cheap laughs
or telling you something you are already familiar with. Which is not the advice
some of you gave to me. I was also advised to speak for 7 minutes. This comes
in at around about 10 minutes.
I
want to take you off road a little bit. Take you into territory that’s not that
familiar, that’s a little bit scary and looks like it might end badly. Kind of
like a Bali bus trip that suddenly veers off the mountain pass into the jungle,
because an overly enthusiastic tour guide decides that today, today you need to
see monkeys very close.
Recently,
I was standing looking at a stunning view of the mountains. The cool evening
air gently ruffling my clothing as I looked out at the distant city lights. I
felt one with nature, I felt connected with… I don’t know… life. Then my 15
month old girl knocked my cup of tea over. I have this Ikea coffee table that’s
called a Klubbo. It’s quite large and she’d crawled onto it and just knocked
the tea over. Which is ridiculous because it was a coffee table, and I’m
drinking tea on it. Then again, I don’t know what the word Klubbo actually
means – you just don’t know what those Ikea names really mean. Or maybe my baby
knew, maybe she knew that a scalding hot cup of tea had no business on a coffee
table. “This is a coffee table! Away
with your tea!!!! Anyway, her spilling
the tea over me took me right out of the moment I was having in Grand Theft
Auto V.
And
going off road in GTAV is the closest I get to getting away from it all. My
life doesn’t allow for much down time and having 4 children and a blind and
deaf dog that my wife won’t let me euthanize means that my life is kind of like
a long narrow hallway that I have to run down while babies, crying toddlers,
yelping dogs, poo, wee, mucous, vomit just… gets… thrown at me. And there are
moments where I look at people I know on Instagram, on holidays, and I just go…
(mime looking depressed)
So
if this strikes you as a little depressing, that’s because it is. At first
glance. Even a second glance. Actually if you stare at it, it’s still
depressing. But bear with me.
I’ve
been trying to understand my life for years. I have spent a lot of time looking
at the lives of many different people. Political figures, Philosophers,
Writers, Theologians, Actors, Directors, just a whole range of people who have,
in one way or another, been significant figures in history. Because I want to
know what life is about. What’s it actually for.
Here’s
the worrying thing. I think it’s best summed up by the dying words of the
Philosopher Arthur Shoepenhauer, who in one of his finer moments pushed an old
woman down the stairs. He said at the end of his life about life, words to the
effect, “I just don’t get it.” Here is this wise old man, actually not that
wise, he shoved an old person down the stairs,
and he says (mime: shrug) Pfffft. I… dunno. And it’s not like he’s the
only one that does that. Ok so maybe that’s people at the end of their life…
you can imagine that they’ve got other things on their mind. Like death. But if
you go trawling backwards through their life you just find movement after
movement of ideas that ultimately go… “Life is about this… no wait, I was 17
when I said that… it’s THIS! No wait, that was when I was in my 20s… now that
I’m 30 this is the… no wait, I can see now that I am 40 it is clearly, now this
is the answer to what life is supposed to be all about… wait… no that was wrong
and now that I’m 50 I believe… well… gosh I’m 60 and I’m starting to think
maybe… wow I’m 70… I was 70 and now I’m
80…” And then you go. “So?! What is the meaning of life old person?” And this
wizened 80 year old goes “Pfft” throwing up a shrug.
See
I’ve been looking for years to find someone that gets to the end of their life
and goes –“IT’S THIS!!!!” Because I think we spend our lives straining to reach
the peak that just stretches out eternally before us, and this peak we’re
trying to get to could be called ‘the things that will make us happy’; the ideal job, a partner who will satisfy us,
a career in the arts, perhaps being famous until we stop and go – this is an
illusion, I can’t ever get there! These things do not satisfy me like I thought
they would.
This
seems to be the pattern for every single one of these lives I’ve looked at.
But
if you go back to the lives of the people I was talking about and you stop
looking for the conclusion; the point at which you go – oh, so this is the
meaning of life! You stop looking for that ‘aha’ moment and then you start
examining what caught their breath about life and gave them pleasure, gave them
joy, made them happy.
Charles
Darwin. You’ll be familiar with him as he refined the theory of evolution and
upset everyone forever after that. Pfft something about monkeys. Anyhow. I find
Darwin amazing. He was quiet wealthy. Lived a life of tremendous suffering as a
result of constant poor health, but the joy that comes out over and over again
in his letters, was his family. His love of his family is what gave him joy.
And it’s the opposite emotion – grief that demonstrates this. You see Darwin
had a daughter called Anne. And a little after her tenth birthday she caught
scarlet fever and died.
Darwin
wrote in a personal memoir:
"We
have lost the joy of the household, and the solace of our old age.... Oh that
she could now know how deeply, how tenderly we do still & and shall ever
love her dear joyous face."[4]
This
heart breaking cry by Darwin hits me because it reveals a truth. The meaning
you have, is the meaning you give to others. The meaning you have, is the
meaning you give to others. My search through all these lives, and in my own
life is ultimately a search for meaningfulness.
I
think meaningfulness comes from investing in the lives of others. In this
you inevitably invest back in your life.
That shouldn’t be your motivation, but it is an unavoidable reward. That as you
care for others, love others, that love love will find it’s way back to
you.
I
believe that things in life should be fair. I think for life to be equal the
most important things in life must be available to every human being on
the planet. I think for God to be true, if God is going to exist, this equality
must exist, otherwise life, and in turn, God, is not fair. And an unfair God is
no God at all.
I
have drawn the conclusion that meaningfulness through relationships, out of
everything, makes the most sense of what this life is all about. This is the
thing available to everyone, and it is the one thing that will result in a
fulfilling life.
Universally
the joy and meaningfulness to be had in life is in our friends, partners,
children, our families. Every person that I have examined that believes this to
be important, this is where they found meaningfulness.
Everyone
who thought that this was not important, and that work, celebrity, money or
anything else was more important, gets to the end of their life and goes – what
was the point of that? I don’t get it!
All
of this makes sense of God to me. Achieving and doing only has it’s place in
the context of relationships having their rightful place. Front and centre in
our lives. I think this is true of God. I think that God celebrates and enjoys
life. That the plan was always to create and then incorporate into that
celebration of life… us. The hints, the answers are all around us. The hint is:
where is it that people are struck and caught by joy. Joy that makes you feel
good not just in the moment, but has a meaningful effect. And yeah, there is a price to pay for that
joy. Human beings are fickle, they’re difficult, they’ll hurt you, they’ll make
you cry, break your heart… but don’t give up on them. Don’t swap them for something
else.
But
hey, you have your whole life to test if what I’m saying is true. Is life
about focusing on satisfying yourself as
you see fit in work, sex, celebrity?
Or
is life about quietly investing in the lives of those around us. If you invest in the lives around you, every
moment of every day is important. Life doesn’t begin when you get to Uni, or
get a job or get married or whatever. It means life is now.
And
what has the world around us promoted as important? The imaginary end point
that will make us satisfied ‘in the future’ and never allowing us to appreciate
the moment.
Jesus said don't worry about tomorrow. If you
understand that God is for you, you won’t worry about tomorrow. IF you don’t
think God is for you, you will worry about tomorrow. But know this, worrying
about tomorrow will mean that when tomorrow actually comes you’ll discover you
worried about all the wrong things and the things you should have been worried
about – well, you could have barely imagined those anyway.
I think we spend too much of our lives chasing
these goals that we imagine will make us happy – the ideal job, a partner who
will satisfy us, a career in the arts, perhaps being famous we shrivel up into
nothing living on the imagined horizon while we miss the real meaningfulness
and joy of life that’s right in front of us. Until they come along and knock
your tea over.
