I see a stray. His eyes shiver with aberrations to his steadfast glare. Awake, alert, and aware for any resource that may come his way. The atom that separates his life and his death is but a noticing. A thought. Though he would prefer to retire to the abyss, there is a stinging sensation to his flesh and bone that reminds him there is still more life to be had.
Voids to fill. Hearts to acquaint. Moments to witness.
Life’s trials will inspire his action. That stray, will put to play many ways such that he may be fed, be warm, survive, and eventually thrive. May it be mastery over an entertaining craft or form. Or perhaps the gift of speech which may sway hearts and minds. He will find a way. Through trial and error, just as life does. So in his accumulation of doings, his intellectual and material possessions slowly and surely grow—stockpiling for all to witness man making something of life.
With the tension of maximum deprivation, man’s Soul will rage with an ever-growing lust to fill that which is perceived as a deficit. The greater the charge, the faster the current will flow. So even when the snow bites, and man is left hungry such that he might perish—my heart knows he prospers. Because he is blessed with a fire that is hard to put out.
Yes, at first slow to start. Yes, painful when his guesses are off the mark. Yes, an invitation to a torrent of uncontrollable, incomprehensible emotions. But that flame will sustain its burn ultimately, sharing its heat. A man is not impoverished because he can find no permanent sense of being filled. Rather, he is wealthy beyond a banker’s imagination.
Just as a void provides space for materializing an outstanding form—man’s voids are his spaces of pure potential. And deep inside, the One that is in us all calls and knows its true currency … learnings. The role of man is to inspire and re-spire the question that invites a perpetual progression of lessons to come; “What else would I like to experience?”
Experience is man’s currency. The collection of learnings he places within his heart. That he records within his Soul. That he may progress to newer experiences to no end is his right. The pace of that journey tallies in his celestial account. To respect all that he has gone through and is currently experiencing, places the learning with him forever. Man is not poor because of what he lacks to have, but in what he fails to learn. Wealth is to love. Wealth is to feel. Wealth is to learn.
If love goes dry, may man’s tears be a reminder that he loved. If feelings torment every pulse of his veins, may he be reminded of his mortality. When life seems to control his fate, thrusting forth all the unfamiliar of this mortal terrain—may a man nod and say “Okay.” So one day, at deaths door, he can look back upon the gravity of his life’s experiences with “Thank you.”
All experience is precious, even when it is not.