Name choosing

As infants we have little to no say in the name that is given to us. However, as anonymous bloggers we are free to choose our own names. Simply put…that is what I have done. Why “zaddapanda57”? Why not? I love names and love name definitions. I think our names really help explain who we are. The name Zada (my spelling Zadda) means fortunate or huntress, or lucky one. As with many things, there seem to be multiple definitions of this name. Why choose panda to go along with Zada? Well…it rhymed. I also like the fact that pandas will just randomly lie down on the ground, something I would do if I could. I mean, who would not want to just stop where they are and lie down? Really.

Really, this life is about nothing and this blog is about everything. I guess you could say it is an oxymoron. I may write ten times a day or one time per year…it is hard to tell.

I was sitting here today thinking about how ironic life is. Yesterday I attended the funeral showing of a high school age person. The family and friends of this young person had great community support. Yet, it is really sad that it takes death sometimes to show people how much they were loved. Why is it that we cannot show each other, in this life, how much one is appreciated? Why did it take this young person dying for the community, high school kids, other family members, and friends…to really rally and show support? It is great that the family now has support…but what about three months from now? What about before this person’s death? Why can we not bring ourselves to find kind words for each other until it is too late? Now, don’t get me wrong, this was not a case where this person took their own life…it was simply a life cut short because of a condition within the human body. We should not wait until tragedy to speak our minds…we should not wait until tragedy to tell someone they are appreciated. And we should not wait until tragedy to realize that life is short.

Before this day is over, before this week is over…talk to that person you pass each day and have never spoken to. Speak a kind word to a stranger. Talk to the weird kid at lunch who never seems to talk to anyone. Even if they never speak back…at least you can have the knowledge that you tried to be friendly, that you tried to act human. That you tried to talk to that lonely person. That you took the time to light up a room with your magnetic (or not so magnetic) personality.

Sometimes…all we can do is try.

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