1. Life is finite. Which makes life precious. But not to everyone. There are plenty of people in this world who don’t value any human life other than their own, and maybe not even that. They certainly don’t value my life and the lives of my loved ones. Whether through malice aforethought or as a “simple” and expedient means to an end, they would end my life and the lives of those who give my world meaning. A firearm is by no means the only way to protect against evil intent. But a gun is an extremely effective method for thwarting those who would inflict grievous bodily harm and death on me and mine. My gun gives me a fighting chance to fight for my life and the lives of my family, friends and (should I choose) community. I love that about guns.
2. I pray that liberty outlives me, so that my progeny may enjoy its benefits. I shoulder my personal responsibility to maintain liberty by paying my taxes, voting and communicating with my elected officials. I also protect my freedoms by exercising my Constitutional rights, including the right to keep and bear arms. My gun is the silent foundation of my government’s respect for the primacy of individual liberty; my gun helps maintain the balance of power that keeps tyranny at bay. I love that about guns.
3. Life is physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually draining. When I pick up my gun, I lay my burdens down. There is no past, present or future. No kids or bills or ambitions or introspection. I’m living in the moment. All my motions serve a single purpose: to create an explosion that sends a physical representation of my will away from my body at hundreds of feet per second. In the instant between the bullet’s rest and its release, I am relieved of the weight of existence. My pursuit of happiness is perfectly realized. I love that about guns.