The Journey, the steps, the influences, the souls we encounter, the time we give to others, the success we can put down, it’s not going anywhere, like a book you can pick it up again, later. He sits in rehab, trying to get back to the person he was. Tears fall from his eyes, his heart is opening, the healing begins. He knows he is in the right place, the emotions don’t lie, there was so much he was hiding from, this troubled boy.
Solomon was reflecting on a life that ended too soon, if that is the phrase, a life taken early. Who understands the trauma we hold deep inside, those inner emotions we are afraid to share. Escape, anything to alter the mood, no one is to blame. How often we hear the words; she took her life, he was found hanging from a tree, he or she is dead, get on with it. Why we are afraid to dwell on such stuff; are we afraid to, will we
do the same.
Greta Thunberg said it straight; they have a new remedy every week, but when we reflect upon it, we realize, we heard that last year as well.
Solomon knew the person, life gone, a statistic in a very number conscious world. You did not die in vain, and may your rest be a great surprise, but long after you are gone, the course of your life, still remains, nothing is in vain, amen.
