Standing

Seth stood there. He just stood looking out into the great unknown. He felt the pain in his heart and yet he did not allow himself to be engulfed by it. He closed his eyes, and under the stillness of his breath and quietness of the wind, whispered a simple prayer. This brief instant of clarity and pain and weight on him allowed him to become emotional and for the first time to truly feel what it is to be human. He was still lucid enough to be rational though. His eyes slowly opened, like the dawn breaking and rays of light started to penetrate his consciousness. He saw hope.

It is sad. There is no sense of denying it. The sense of loss would overcome any regular person. Thank God, Seth was not regular. He knew he was something else. He knew he was destined for even greater things. And now a greater person and partner too. He still lost someone. The proverbial breaking of the heart was still there. There is not joyous rapture that it is finally over. A somber grayness engulfed his vision. It was as if the vibrance of life was just suddenly stripped of its colors and was now a dull gray. All the colors, happiness, joy, just melted away. And all that was left were the ashes and memories of what was and the dreams and hopes of what could have been. His world was just a bit more bleaker now as it was when he woke up this morning. And yet he does not find himself in shambles.

He stood there. The same way he stood in his former life and saw a future that was great and beautiful only to realize that the person who you thought was standing with you was not there. Seth stood there thinking she was there holding his hand as they looked to a brighter future. But when he started moving towards that future she let go. Seth thought she was “THE ONE”, too bad he realized he was the only one to think so. And yet, life goes on. There is always a promise of a better tomorrow. Seth was a great guy. He has so much to offer. Never once did he hold back.

How does one begin to move on?

One Response to “Standing”

1. Judd says:

   January 10, 2010 at 8:56 am

   How does one begin to move on? By being prepared to move on. It’s the first choice. To want it, or to stick around longer and stall it (or repair it), whatever “it” is.