Uncried tears, unleashed powers, undreamed ambitions, unsolved puzzles, unrevealed secrets, unloved lives, unimagined possibilities, untaken choices, unborn children, unknown answers to unheard questions. A universe with un in verse. An end which never really has come to a beginning. Something filled with nothing.
It only takes a thougt to fill this empty space. To turn un- to done.
Some people that have emotionally meant different things to me, are not around anymore. Some of them too early. It has made me wonder a lot about the meaning and responsibility of living. What will I leave behind when my time is up? A scary thought but just. I would never like to end up like Steve Jobs who said in an interview before his death that he hoped that his children would find out who he really was from the book about his life. I do not want my children to learn about me from a book, no. Neither do I want to leave behind me destroyed lives in destroyed countries and shattered homes. I do not want to leave behind me a piece of marveled art while I am a complete mess in my own mind. I don’t want to leave behind more suffering than happiness. There is a difference between divine and machiavellistic-self-destructive energy.
I would like my dearest ones to see the light side of the cessation of my material existence and make use of their time so that it will not be spent idly and selfishly. I want them to go on with giving, loving, learning and sharing.
Out of sadness comes the greatest happiness. But there is no way to turn back time and make the undone into done. And there is no way to go back and turn left where one turned right. No way. And what’s more, it is small things that sometimes make a huge difference. They turn un- to done.