These Dreams

I’m a stiff-upper-lip kinda guy.  Now, I don’t think I’m better than the quivering-lip set.  Most of these things, truthfully, come down to personality.  It’s just that my manner of dealing is to straighten up and fly.  Rightly or wrongly, others can (and will) decide.

It may seem that people like me simply don’t care when tragedies befall or losses occur.  We do care, but the manifestations are different.  Sometimes, you have to let things go.  Tears don’t accomplish much anyway.  This may sound harsh, but it’s an honest assessment.

I haven’t got time for the pain; I’ve too much to do.  Even for me, though, pain exists and denial is not a virtue in itself.

The progression of years is disconcerting.  Change is simultaneously delightful and destructive.  Each anticipation is also a replacement of something valuable in another way.  A creeping wistfulness encroaches as we long for former things which are not and never again shall be.

Much good has perished in our world of progress though no single generation develops sufficient perspective in its days.  There’s no time to cry, only time to carry on.  The ghosts of the past are bound to the past though half asleep we hear their voices.

Many took temporary residence in my life only to walk away with no word of farewell.  I miss them sometimes.  Life goes on, and this old world keeps turning, but I wonder about former friends and days.  At the same time, I’m aware that others may feel the same about me.

For whatever reasons, paths diverged, and way leads to way.  Often, no malevolence is involved, but it may be the case.  Over time, the last point of contact is lost, and it is unclear why the friendship and its future ended.

Flame cannot be rekindled from cold embers.  Remaining is a forsaken campsite- evidence that something was and no longer is.  Sometimes, you have to give up on people, not because you don’t care, but because they don’t.

Recently, I told a friend that it is good to know people are out there even if there is not much contact between parties.  With its limitations, social media has made it possible in our time to touch base (however frequently) with old acquaintances.  It’s good to do so, and the current cost of communication is minimal.

News from a far country is refreshing to any soul, and I encourage you to tap out a missive.  I know that the phone works both ways, but someone has to make the first move.  We all care more than we show and have better intentions than actualizations.  Maybe things are too easy.  Taking them for granted, we retain few yellowed mementoes.

Do you ever think of me?  My life has been such a rush that I’ve often only seen directly in front of myself at any one time.  Wandering thoughts stray, however, to auld lang syne.

At the end of his life, Paul recounted people who mattered to him.  At pivotal points in His life, Jesus would gather with His closest consorts.  We meant to stay in touch but didn’t.

The seas of life carry us where they will though we set sail to a course.  We don’t know the ferocity of the gales we will face on our voyages.

Much of life is spent alone, and we would be advised to make the most of time shared with others.  One day the opportunity will be lost and the snow turn into rain.

Sterl