Why Bother? Because Our Lives Begin to End When We Are Quiet About Things That Matter

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_style=”3d” style=”round” message_box_color=”turquoise”]This is one of my most beloved essays that I feel the need to re-read every Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

I originally wrote it in 2012, as we were getting ready to leave the San Francisco Bay Area and drive down the Pan American Highway. My life has radically changed since then, but this message is eternal, and is one of my guiding forces.

There is a free downloadable PDF version linked at the end of the essay.

If you want to hear me reading this, just click the link below.

[/vc_message][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”Let me tell you a story.” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:44|text_align:left|color:%23000000″ google_fonts=”font_family:Alex%20Brush%3Aregular|font_style:400%20regular%3A400%3Anormal”][vc_column_text]When I was 17, I took a break from college in Hilo to go to Taiwan, to help my brother Dana and his wife with their new baby.

I was living with them in a tiny rice farming village in rural Taiwan.

a young man with a white shirt is smiling, a girl with a black shirt looks like she is scowling, and a woman with a light shirt on is smiling brightly. there are plates of dumplings in front of them, and glasses of soybean milk. a woman in the back by the tea machine is looking on. 1990
My brother Dana, my beautiful, smiling and radiant mother, and myself (center), having breakfast in the market after my niece was born (my sister in law was resting in the hospital).


I was terribly, achingly lonely. 

There were not many people my age in the town at all – but those that there were, were in school, or preparing for university. They definitely did not speak English.

My Chinese being shoddy, the only people I could really talk to were old people – who knew Japanese by virtue of Taiwan being a colony of Japan in World War II – or “Mountain People”, the indigenous people who also knew Japanese (because they liked the Japanese better than the Chinese, so learned Japanese and not Chinese). The old people and Mountain People were cool, but they had lives and couldn’t hang out much.

I was lonely. Very lonely.

So what I got to doing every day was bicycling over to a mountain I was fond of. I’d hike up to the pagoda on the mountain, smoke a closet cigarette or three. Pray. Study holy writings (I’ve always loved religious studies).

blue grey mountains soar above rice paddies
the mountains in Yuli, Hualien County (Taiwan), where I lived

After a while…

I got to looking around and realized the mountain was even higher in the back, behind the pagoda.

Full of tumbled bushes, weeds, trees. Taiwanese Jungle. I started to bring a cane knife (-machete) with me and began the process – one that would take me over 5 months – of whacking out a path all the way to the top of the mountain. The very top.

Sometimes as I struggled, whacking, pulling, cutting, heaving, I wondered why on earth I was doing this. Why I felt so bloody compelled to create this path. Why? When I’d be leaving Taiwan for sure, when it would go back to being bush. Who would use it, what was the point?

The only answer I could ever come to within my heart was that I wanted to. I wanted this path. I wanted to sit on the very top of that mountain and pray. That’s what I wanted. Waste or not, I reckoned, it was what I needed to do.


7 years later, when I was 24, I went back to Taiwan to see my brother, Dana.

Out of old time’s sake, I wanted to visit my old mountain. I drove my scooter there (an upgrade from my bicycle!), Parked it at the base, hiked up to the pagoda. I thought that for sure my path would be gone – it had been 7 years, after all, but I wanted to check it out nonetheless.


I found that someone – who? – had discovered it. That someone had carefully lined the sides of the path that I had spent so many hours creating with beautiful smooth white stones. I couldn’t believe it. Stunned, I raced on up to the next level – and the next – and the next  (there were 4 levels that I had carved out) and they were all lined, all cared for.

When I reached the top that day, I threw myself on the ground and cried that something so unforeseen had happened.

I had created something from love with no expectation that it would live beyond me – but it had.

My heart was full and happy and the beauty and magic in the world shone clearly.


Yesterday a new member of a group that I’ve started asked me why I bother doing what I do. “What’s the point? Why bother with this anyway?

I thought of my path in Taiwan.

I thought of Martin Luther King Jr’s words:

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Sometimes I can’t see the end in the beginning – sometimes it’s only recognizing that it matters to me and so it is important and should be acted upon. Sometimes it’s simply responding to a feeling that I am compelled to respond to.

Create this , do that. It doesn’t always make sense. It doesn’t always have to.

“Why bother?” Indeed. Why. When we know we are facing an uphill climb anyway. 
“Why bother?” It hurts to be misunderstood.
“Why bother?” I should focus on myself, right.
“Why bother?” It’s going to die off anyway.
“Why bother?” I won’t be here forever.


“Why bother?” Because I care
“Why bother?” Because I can do no less
“Why bother?” Because it matters to me


The universe and God are mysteries. They operate in ways that I will never fathom. But I trust that good will come from a first step that is made with love, from care, because it matters.

I know that it is only mine to act; not necessarily to see the end. To have vision, yes, but more importantly, to trust that it will all unfold as it should.

Because it matters.

pagoda in sunset in rural taiwan

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  1. I am blown away by the stories you have to tell. I just read this to my husband in our hotel room I was so blown away. What your words have taught me in the past year plus.

  2. Love this. Continue to be brave Mama, I love having an example for when I get all scaredy cat… 😉

  3. Your stories make me sit back and think. They remind me that we don’t always know what or who our efforts will touch but we do things anyway. Just when I think I’m too tired to keep trying to make a difference, I get a good shot in the arm to proceed. Thank you.

  4. Clara G. Kelley says:

    “I trust that good will come from a first step that is made with love, from care, because it matters.”

    Beautiful. Thank you.

  5. Anna Theurer says:

    You always write the most insightful posts. This is a great story about the mountain path!

  6. Your words inspire me, help me to hold on when things get bleak, show me light when I am sitting in darkness. Thank you.

    1. I had to sit on this comment for a while because it is so powerful to me that you – who inspire me so much – finds that post meaningful. I don’t even have words for that. But I so deeply appreciate you – all that you have done – and your support. More than you know.
      – meriah

  7. Margaret Bender says:

    Meriah, I wish I read everyone’s stories. every day – as this could really have helped me as I pondered “why bother?” with the non profit I co-founded and other people’s egos (mine as well I am sure) and what I can up with – was this is my path – and I will follow it. Thanks – your writing is inspiring – Gary B

  8. This is a great story. Amazing. At a time when things aren’t the easiest, it’s such a great message of not only ‘you can do this’, but also ‘here’s why you should’. Thank you for sharing.

  9. I love this sweet and beautiful story of your heart.

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