Where’s My Change?

Yes, I feel the need to throw in my two cents on this Kirk situation. Why? Because reading all the back and forth is annoying.

One side says he was a great family man.

The other side claims he was the devil incarnate.

Does it really matter?

No because he was human. He was most likely both.

None of us are perfect. We all fight with others, including those close to us, like family members. Some of us fight so much we become the black sheep or even get kicked out of a will.

There’s not a single person who can say they never fought with someone they loved.

The funny part of life starts when someone dies. They can be a total asshole in life. Yet at their funeral, everyone claims they were such a great person.

Were they? Or is it guilt we feel for not being able to be nice while they were alive? We have to stand before God and clear our conscience.

It doesn’t matter. As we go through life, we think we are doing the right thing. Why should it matter what other people think?

Jerk or not, we have to face judgement alone. How many people go online or pack a church to try and convince others that a dead family man was right or wrong has no bearing on life.

It doesn’t matter in the slightest.

Who cares if the right wants to praise an individual?

Who cares if the left wants to vilify the same person?

Kirk was a family man who thought he was doing right. He was who he was just as I am who I am, and you are who you are.

Did he spread hate? Don’t we all?

Did he love those close to him? Again, don’t we all?

Should I hate him for the evil things he said? If so, I should probably hate myself too.

At the end of the day, none of opinions matter because none of us has to answer to each other for the life we’ve lived. There’s only one higher being that we need to convince we were right.

No one else.