The Written Lives

Countless excuses, I know. Like raindrops, slowly, transitioning from a drizzle to a cloudburst. People sometimes miss it, even if it appears right before their very eyes. How could you miss it? Did you blink? Maybe you were asleep?  Just because it was a millisecond? No. You should forget about the time. Focus on now. Concentrate. That's better.

Two fragile lives...

Let me run through it one last time. He kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'm home, Dad." And his father told him, "That's great, son, go get some sleep." The twelve-year-old boy went to his room. Probably. But the next morning. Something horrible happened. 

It should not have happened. 

But it did.

A poignant realization that pierces a compassionate heart like a cold, wicked sword.

Let us reverse it with another story. He whispered to his ear, "I'm going to be okay, Dad, you go home to Mum." His silver-haired father was in his hospital bed, listening. And he smiled. 

The elderly man passed on shortly thereafter.

Children should grow into adulthood, watch their parents reach the golden years. And then, eventually, the passing of the torch follows. That is how it should be, it is the course of nature. 

Life lessons, perhaps. But the boy's life did not go unnoticed, his life is already written in these words. He is immortalized forever.

The tragedy cried out for change. The "what if?", truly, happened too. There is a better path which leads to success.

The fragility of humanity encourages us to seize the joy from sorrow. 

Now, we count our blessings. As we have achieved an equilibrium, we are filled with faith, hope, and love. Yes, miracles do happen. 

Always remember, the water turned into wine as it was written in the scriptures.

Believe...

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