Hola mi gente,
I am writing the following on Wednesday, August 24. I hope by the time this is published, I have found a job. I have several interviews lined up, so wish me luck.
I am writing the following on Wednesday, August 24. I hope by the time this is published, I have found a job. I have several interviews lined up, so wish me luck.
Lost Horizon
A teacher once taught me the
following lesson…
In the days before airplane travel
became common, people traveled long distances on huge, ocean-going passenger
ships. When a ship was about to cast off, the passengers would line the ship’s
deck facing the pier, on which their friends and family stood. As the ship’s
horn sounded its departure, travelers and their assembled loved ones would wave
goodbye to one another. They would wave, blow kisses, and shout out their last
farewells and good wishes.
After a while, the ship would be
too far away to distinguish who was who in that great mass of passengers, but
they still waved and gazed. A few minutes later, they would remain on the pier
looking at the slowly disappearing ship.
Eventually, the ship would reach
the horizon and disappear completely. Yet, even though the loved ones on dry
land could not see their loved ones anymore, let alone speak with them or touch
them, they knew they had not disappeared totally. They had just passed over a
defining line, the horizon, that separates us from what is beyond. They know
that they will see them again.
This can be a metaphor for what
happens when our loved ones die. If we are lucky, we can be by their side as
they pass on, embracing them and saying our last goodbyes. They go off into
that ocean journey that is death. They fade away from us. Eventually they reach
the horizon, the defining line that separates this life from what lies beyond.
After they have passed that line, , we cannot see them anymore, let alone speak
to them or touch them, but we know they have not totally disappeared. They have
only passed over a line, death, that separates us from what is beyond.
I was once taught those we love
only cease to exist once our memory of them fades. In this way, loved ones who
have passed on, live as the reverberations of their actions continue to affect
our lives.
My name is Eddie and I’m in
recovery from civilization…
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