WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT
By Dayita Morning Star
Sometimes, it’s not easy being human. The
veil of the here and now often obscures what
is important in the long run. Edgar Cayce
once said that the role of the artist was to be
like a window, letting others see what’s on
the other side, another reality, and in the
process of doing so, help people see what life is really all
about.
I will never forget the day my
daddy died. I had held his hand
all through the night. I walked
right up to the threshold of the
hereafter with him, but I couldn’t cross over. When that last
step was taken, he took it
alone, no matter how badly I
wanted to accompany him, and
right before he went, he used
what little breath he had left in
his body to remind me of what
life was all about. It’s all about
love.
When it all comes down to the
wire, it really is about how we
treat our fellow man and that
is, ironically, so often based in
the here and now. I have a
heaviness in my heart/spirit tonight. If I had
my wish, no child would ever be hungry, no
families would ever be broken and there
would be no misunderstandings. However,
the only thing I can do is touch the lives that
come my way and hope that the touch lets
them know that someone else is walking the
journey, too. That someone else really does
want the best in life for them. I guess life is
about one human being trying to reach out to
another, not in a mushy way, but in a real
way.
“He used what little breath he had left in his
body to tellme what it’s all about. It’s all
about love.”
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Maybe, it's about walking beside a friend
when she's lost her way or about wiping a
child's tears when his dog has been run over.
It’s about telling a teenage girl that she is
special and beautiful even if a boy has
dumped her and it's about just listening to
your friend when her husband has run off
with a younger model and deserted his family. It's
about visiting an
eighty –
year old
woman and
listening to
her childhood stories, reminding
her that she
still matters, even if
her kids are
too busy to
come see
her.
It's about
helping the
World War
II veteran
in the Walmart parking lot who's having a
hard time getting out of his car. To me, that's
love. It's eternal and it's not always easy,
because it means letting go of the ego and the
desire to gossip or be superior. It means seeing other people as our equals and realizing
that we each have our own journey to make,
our own path to walk.
Maybe it's just the writing it down that matters. I don't have anything to prove, not really. I just want to make a difference, whether
it's in the life of one person or many, isn't the
point. I just want to always be a window to
another world, so that people may look and
see that there's more to life than living and
dying, more than just survival. I want to be