There is so much you can do with words. You can enlighten, uplift, inspire. Make someone smile. You can encourage, empathize, sympathize. Make someone feel loved. You can discuss, elaborate, philosophize. Make someone think. You can create, imagine, express. Make someone dream. There is power in words. You can make someone overcome.
I had forgotten what it was like to hear the laughter of children, to see the innocence in their eyes, to feel the wonder, their energy and relentless optimism, the anticipation of fun & games, and ice cream on a hot summer night. And then you came into my life and reminded me that it’s never too late to hope.
Why is it that the kind of harmony found in nature is hard to achieve among humans? Would it be so difficult to be at peace like the tree is to the flower, the sky to the grass, the sun to the earth? Would it take much effort to stop arguing and just listen to the sound of silence? Would it be inconceivable to end senseless violence and practice kindness? I don’t know the answers, but all I can do is spread a seed and hope that it blooms into awareness.
She stepped out of his life and stepped into a cab. Just like that, she was free. She left all the untruths behind. On her way to open roads, new dreams, and unknown destinations. With less to carry. With more questions than answers. The only thing that was certain is that she would never look back. And that was a great start.
If I could steal time, I would go back to that summer day long ago when we spent the morning together, collecting shells of memories, on that far away beach I had walked on as a child. Reminiscing, I thought of you today, of the many mornings I missed, and my eyes turned as blue as the Mediterranean. If I could steal time, I would go back to that summer day long ago and walk with you once more, Father.