Monologue: To Live Or Die A Lot!
Look at me....I’m Casket Clean! The not so funny thing about it is that I am.
You see, I’m a man who had everything I wanted...a good job,a nice home,a loving wife, and a wonderful mini-me.
I had it going on! Then one day I was at work down by the dried up brook in Zeraphath smelting some metal, with my cousin. Then he started yelling and screaming. And, the next thing I know, I felt extreme heat and... Well, thats the last thing I ever felt. However, the point is, I’ll never see my wife or my little boy again. Now that, that’s my reality. I can think of so many things that I would have done differently.
For starters...I would have gone to that Men’s Fraternity Bible Study Class. My homeboy told me how in those classes he learned to discover the purpose of his humanity, the challenges of manhood, and how to be a better Christian. He told me he learned how to be a better husband, father, and son. Maybe, if I would have gone to those classes then I would have gone home on time that day (I died), rather than try to make that extra dollar--just to buy my little man some of them new Jordan sandals. Maybe I would have faced that dilemma head on that drove my wife and I apart. Then again, I would have been bold enough to learn how to communicate with her. Or...just maybe, I would have faced the wounds of my past.
Then again, at least I would have had a better plan to show my wife and son that I loved them; even beyond this grave. Uhmmm, I would've had everything planned out so they wouldn’t have tried to impress everybody with my extravagant funeral. Have you ever seen bling on a pine box? I would have mapped it out so they would have had food to eat, his education would have been paid for, and she wouldn’t have to worry about trying to find two nickels to rub together.
Man, I blew it!
However, I did get one thing half-way right. I did try to live a righteous life for the most part. I guess that’s why God sent the prophet Elijah to my home to bless my family. You see, I’ve never seen the righteous forsake, nor it’s seed begging for bread.
I wish I would have died a little to myself...
So I could have lived a lot.
Rather than die a lot,
To not live at all.