I’m going to keep this short and
sweet, mainly because there isn’t much one can say but also because I don’t
want emotions to get lost in words.
A few months ago, I was a witness
to a tragic accident which left a husband and a son searching for answers
concerning the loss of their most beloved female figure in their lives. On
better news, I have learned that the second victim of the accident is doing
better and she is constantly recovering.
A few days ago, I came across the blog of the widower and after reading it, I feel both the urge to never write
again and to never stop writing. As confusing as that may sound, allow me to
explain the logic. I never want to write again, as I feel incapable of
producing anything as real, true, honest, passionate, inspiring and emotional
as this man’s writing. Though I never met him and his family, due to that
unfortunate event which happened close to me geographically, it feels close to
me spiritually and emotionally as well. The way this man writes and feels is
captivating and I feel his every word as if it were my own, only better and
truer.
On the other hand, when I think
of what this man has been through, when I think of what a great man he is, what
a gentle fighter he is, it reminds me of the true meaning of life. He reminds
me of what it means to never give up, to accept grief as part of this
rollercoaster we call “life” and to feel with all our heart and all our
essence.
It is no secret to everyone that
I am not one of the most positive of people. As my last blog entry indicates,
the only hope I saw for humanity was if it was destroyed on December 21st
2012. It was only two days ago that I was reminded of one of the things I grew
up believing in: “Trust no one”. What Fox Mulder (a true role-model to me) was
constantly saying in the “X-Files” takes life and breathes almost every other
week, when I get surrounded by people who bring nothing but betrayal, deceit,
hate, negativity.
However, I read Ben’s blog, and
through his grief, I see more clearly than ever that some humans are not all
bad. I see hope, passion, honesty and love. I see an undying love, a true love
that I have never seen before, nor did I think it possible to exist. What this
man shares (notice: present) with his wife and the fruit of their love, their
son, is unimaginably strong and anyone who experiences the same is lucky,
blessed and is truly enjoying life to the best it has to offer.
I beg you all: Make an attempt to
live and love. You might not find “the One” but you can still care for those
around you; family, friends, colleagues or those who simply need a little bit
of love. Do not use people as objects, just because you need someone next to
you at night. If you don’t truly love someone, I ask you please: set yourself
and set them free. And find someone or something you love and hold on to that.
Whether it’s a person or a hobby, do it; for your own sake.
I cannot fully express how much
this stranger has made me feel; more perhaps than people I have known for
years. I wish there was a way to offer him something in return but I know I can’t.
All I feel obliged to do is quickly pass on the light of his torch, so that
others will hopefully see what I see.
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