Of No Importance

by compound complex 6 Replies latest jw friends

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Recent happenings close to home bewilder me by day, terrify me by night. I am immersed in the profound waters of doubt and, sometimes, despair, as I struggle swimmingly to a far off shore that itself is encased in black mist.

    Yet, the shroud of fog does lift. I am able to see outward, through the windows to my soul. A sense of tranquility replaces anxiety and confusion. Arrived, at last, to a calmer state of mind, I am permitted to sort through the simpler things. Scattered pieces of life's puzzle come together of their own accord; my intervention is neither required nor sought. What one commonly refers to as the past is not a block of time and events disconnected from today but a continuance of life, of living, through to this present moment. A flowing stream, irresistible, from my so-called past of no discernible nor recorded beginning. What man's every breath, every move, every thought, is put to paper for a posterity indifferent to the life of a man of no importance?

    In that timeless flow from then to now, I see myself not as participant but as on-shore observer. Rushing past me are images of people and buildings and books and the beauties of Nature. And so much more, the more of my former childhood surroundings that have edged their way into my today's reality. It is a continuation of what I started out as and what I continue to be. It is, thus, my own small world of scant reality and too much imagination. All to be forgotten, today's man and his trifling matters ...

    Of no importance.

  • sizemik

    Hi again CoCo . . . I do love the way you are writing ATM

    A friend of mine said recently . . . we are born alone, and live alone, and die alone, in our own universe . . . like the hub of our own unique wheel of life.

    I guess as long as we're alive that wheel continues to spin . . . with us at it's centre . . . we're important to that extent at least. For when we're gone, the wheel no longer exists. And everyone else we ever meet . . . is just another wheel.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Well stated, Size.

    I appreciate your clear expression utilizing the metaphors that attend our birth, life, death.

    At this point in life, we can be somewhat philosophical and reasonably detached from the otherwise disabling emotions that would bring us down.

    All the best,


  • sizemik

    Very insightful Coco . . . as is your narrative prose. Some might even say there is some strength to be found in isolation, even though it be undesirable as a permanent condition.

    My battle with depression has strengthened me more than weakened me I believe . . . and even in advancing age there is comfort from understanding some of life's deeper subtleties.

    As my old friend A Einstein once said . . .

    I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

  • Lozhasleft

    'Scattered pieces of life's puzzle' Love this CoCo.

    Great writing.

    Loz x

  • kazar

    Beautiful prose.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Greetings and thanks, Size, Loz and Kazar, for your much appreciated words. I'm pleased you found something there that you could relate to.


    CoCo des Paroles

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