What Truly is, “To Die For?”

I love this question. Certainly not homemade, straight from the oven banana-nut bread, although it is really, really good.

Braveheart died for “Freedom!” Socrates for truth, Romeo for love. Good reasons all, I suppose, when you read their stories. Certainly men of conviction, if not good sense.

What would I willingly die for? A difficult question, yes... if I am truly honest with myself.

Would I die to save a friend? How about a stranger? Easy to answer “yes” from my comfy couch. More difficult though when in the midst of a shooting and your choice is to “run, hide, or fight.”

Would I give my heart to save my child? Absolutely! But what directions might her life take without my presence, and guidance?

Would I die for my beliefs? What good would it do? They are mine, and mine alone, so would they not cease to exist along with me?

But is it not in deliberating such difficult philosophical questions that we find reason to:

Wake

Live

Love

Labor, and even

Die?

The harvesting of thoughts seeded by such questions prevents us from venturing through alone. Difficult questions spark diverse answers, which increase the paths for us to choose from.

I hope they keep asking the difficult questions so that we can continue considering them, even though, just like Big Momma’s deep dish peach cobbler, they are really not “to die for.”