Both of my sons — and, if I’m being honest, my husband — love Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. Yes, that horrid stuff that comes in a blue box, the kind that you make with a packet of powdered cheese, milk and butter. Whenever I put some on the table alongside the meat and vegetables, it always gets hoovered up first.
This could be because noodles and cheese — in whatever form you get it — is delicious and comforting. And, for my husband, I think a good deal of nostalgia is involved, as well, since he grew up eating it in the ’80s when we didn’t know any better. (Just look back at photos of yourself from that zany, neon-drenched decade and tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.)
But here’s the funny thing: When I have time and can make mac and cheese from scratch, complete with a roux, spices, four kinds of cheese and big, beautiful noodles, they’re a little less gung-ho about it. They eat a respectable amount to make me happy, but the zeal just isn’t there. And here’s the kicker: I don’t think they know what they’re missing.
Dealing with multiple sclerosis has taught me a great deal about living a meaningful life. I never know what tomorrow might bring, so I don’t put things off. I redeem each and every minute I can and cram days full of memorable experiences. This isn’t done out of fear, though. It’s an attempt to live boldly and authentically and make every day matter.
Likewise, I never know when I might lose an ability (temporarily or forever) because of an exacerbation, so I am always on a quest to learn new things and perfect new talents. As an MS patient, I must savor what’s before me and keep moving on to bigger and better things.
I sum up this philosophy in one sentence: Life’s too short to settle for powdered cheese.
Sure, I’m an MS patient, but that doesn’t mean I have to reconcile myself to a second-class, make-do existence. The last thing I want to do is live a plastic-plant life, devoid of genuine experiences and real joy when there’s something so much better out there to be had.
For this endeavor, like so many things in my life, literature provides some much needed clarity. In “Walden“— the transcendentalist manifesto — Henry David Thoreau writes of his two-year experience living in a cabin outside Concord, Massachusetts. His reasoning behind such a strange experiment is revealing. He writes, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
Can I get an amen, brothers and sisters?
Whether you’re living with MS or not, I say live deliberately. Don’t give in to resignation. Suck the marrow out of life. Live sturdily and put the rest to rout. Yes, yes, and yes to all that and more.
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