April 6, 2017 9:03 AM
Anyway, here’s something I wrote a few weeks ago, something that was going to be in Through The Eyes of a Mystic. It’s a first (and probably final) draft, so please don’t judge it too harshly.
Maybe Next Life
I sit at the picnic table, working on my book, and as I look up and ponder the next paragraph I notice the family at the campsite across the road.
She is sweet and nurturing, tending to their two young boys, no more than two and four. The father finishes setting up the tents.
He sits down at the table and relaxes. He cracks open a beer just as I crack open mine.
Though a hundred yards separate us, he faces me as I face him. He nods and I nod back. Melancholy gently comes to rest on my shoulders—like a wet blanket slowly growing heavy. I feel a bit like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window as I gaze over at the family—yearning for the normal life of everyday folk while confined in a wheelchair in a cast.
I review my life—at the shallowness of my younger days, at the choices I made, and later, at the sacrifices for a greater ideal. I look across the road and envy him. A family. A beautiful, easy-going wife. Two fine sons. A legacy. Stability. Purpose and the comfort of human love. Of facing the uncertainty of life together.
As I gaze over at him, he’s gazing over at me. Silent, contemplative. Is he comparing our lives? Is he yearning to be the single guy in the camper van? At the freedom? At the adventure? At the opportunity? Is he too contemplating the sacrifices he’s made for a greater good?
Maybe next life, my friend. Maybe for both of us.
Life is beautiful when viewed from the higher perspective. It’s perfect in every way. Everything falls into place just as it should.
Maybe next life, my friend. Maybe next life. Eternity is a long, long time.
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