Monday, November 5, 2018

Just a little something I felt compelled to write today

In the pitch black of the future there materialized a pair of eyes. Small, childlike eyes without the slightest hint of judgment in them. And they didn't look at me so much as past me, focusing on the present state of things and the goings-on all around. Suddenly I was aware that I'd failed to do my best, like so many others that live alongside me, in our time (yes, there is progress, and much to be proud of, but that isn't to be dwelled upon when there's so much else at stake).

And then those eyes, grown familiar, began to glisten and harden and fade into the lightless beyond. And I was left in silence.

Just a dream? A passing image? It doesn't matter. What matters is the messenger. Because the eyes were those of my son. And they were the eyes of every child alive and every child to come. And if I'm to truly realize the potential of my humanity, to let rise the best version of myself, then I must apply the change that occurred within me at the moment those eyes departed. Because it wasn't just disappointment that I saw in them, it was a cruel smothering of innocence.

And that is unforgivable.

IMAGE: The Little Matchgirl (2006)



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