Fortune
I like people. Especially those who once came along side by side. And it doesn’t matter if they gave me their shoes to go through the swamp on the road or pushed me to fall into it.
Sooner or later, we reach a moment where grief or oppressive memories disappear. We stop turning back and try to get them back in every way we can. We stop being angry. Stop to mourn.
Finally, we realize that they are not disappearing anywhere and will not disappear anywhere. That part of the road along the way will always stay. And it also has steps that are neither washed by rain nor snow. Those people continue on their way, no longer the same as ours. But that does not mean that they no longer exist. That section of the road will always guard the footprints left by those who went along.
Everything is fine. No need to look back. There are footsteps. And will always stay there. Each one touches our hearts.
I like the people. They leave so much behind. I want to thank them. Although they left far behind us, this does not deny their presence, it simply means that they will never be in our future. And that’s not a reason to be sad. It’s a reason to smile because life is full of gifts. The gifts we receive in the most unexpected forms.
© Fortune, 2009
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Do you often remember people from your past that now are gone?
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Yes
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No
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On the beach of life, there are footprints. The ones we see, and the ones that are washed away.
I have a book of “gifts” that people have given me. Most of the time people are not aware they have given my a gift. I will share a couple here so you know what I mean. I have them all dated and in a journal. One read
“Carol gave the gift of forgiveness. She taught me what it really means and she doesn’t even know that I learned the lesson.”
“Fortune taught me about perspective and how to look at all sorts of things, including ideas from other angles.”
“Month of June” taught me that the only one I can count on this life is myself.”
the list goes on and on – so people who are here, people who have “died” (that was for you Indexter) and others give me gifts every day.
Every day I remember those I have lost.