Driving earlier this week, I heard Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Now, I haven’t heard this song in many years, but I realized while listening how relevant it was as my sister and her husband and my dear friend and his wife usher their newborn boys into the world. I listened to the song several more times later that night, and found myself in a reflective mood, wondering what advice (if any) I could offer these two very young men. It struck me after a few listens that the final stanza of Simple Man says almost everything I could want:
Boy, don’t you worry.
You’ll find yourself.
Follow your heart.
And nothing else.
You can do this,
if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.
I hope these boys think big, set outrageous goals, and fail in entertaining fashion as they pursue them. I hope they get exalted, knocked down, and pick themselves right back up. I hope they raise a little hell, get into some trouble, and come out the other side having learned a healthy lesson.
Mostly, though, I hope they find in their hearts what it is that they love, and that they pursue it with everything they can. That’s the stuff of dreams—the stuff of a happy life.