Posted by JuJuan Buford, Entrepreneur & Author @JSBUFORD
when i was a boy. i read a lot. my preference was fiction. i loved stories about exhibitions of honor, integrity, and courage. i loved how good men always seemed to win. the serenades, the ballads, the acclimation of their accomplishments that would echo for all time.
as i grew older, my taste changed. i grew to love poetry and non-fiction. however, the lives of good men, while still celebrated, sometimes, seemed to be colored by and ended more tragically. decisions more complicated and consequential. consequences were less moments for jollity, and more a cause for reflection.
as an adult i learned that not everybody desires honorable lives. the world and people can be treacherous. and the cold-hearted, the wretched, the unappreciative, do win, even if the winning is just the progenation (yep i made the word up, but it works, and it will be in the dictionary one day) of their own misery. that in reality, there is very often, no celebration for being a good man.
and as i reflect on the echoes of my past. the pregnancy of my present. coupled with the joy of hearing my children's laughter, and being greeted by their hugs and chatter, coupled with the devotion and knowing smile of my pretty brown woman.
seems that the reward is, simply, being a good man. and that's enough.