Intransit

Sunday again

A friend is not well and I worry. We met once. We write often. The freedom to be honest and open with the friend is liberating. Trust is earned and reciprocated. I am happy to find so trusting and trustworthy a fellow human being. We each have our physical failings. I care not that my friend reads this. My friend knows how much respect I have. This is a few words from me to me to sort out my disheveled mind. I could write a list of my blessings. I write enough lists to order my days. This is my place to write out my feelings. I have no wish to argue my views or discuss others' ideas. I want to write what I feel, but without any hypocrisy. Time is a great healer; it got rid of Ghengis Khan, Attila the Hun, Adolph Hitler, and one day it will get rid of us. How can mortal man grasp the concept of eternity? One second I am alive, the next second I become part of eternity. We all do. The nettle that is our future is beyond my grasp.
And so, back to my friend. Knowing I can share the anguish and trepidation of another, makes me humble and privileged. For that alone, I give thanks.

posted by john @ 4:29 pm