In his age he sat there quietly in a room surrounded by all of the people that he loved. His eyes shifted from one side of the room, to the other. The expression on his face was somewhere in between a smile and a frown, evidencing the peace that he seemed to experience in that very moment. She sat there as well, watched him, and wondered if it really was peace after all. She understood so well the simple nature that seemed to radiate from his very soul, and could believe that peace was a big part of who this man had become. But maybe, just maybe, this peace he had found wasn’t really peace, but instead, true and complete understanding.
The room, much like their relationship, was divided and complicated. The old man sat in the middle, watching as the one he loved for years beamed at those who were extensions of her very self. She loved those kids, worshiped them as if they were prophets themselves. They lived in a perfect world, a world he knew she had always dreamed of for herself, and he loved them for bringing her that joy.
As his eyes shifted to the other side of the room, the old man witnessed his sons embrace, and it brought him joy to see them that way. He sat as his grandkids cracked jokes, watching as their relationships continued to develop and grow not only as cousins, but also as friends.
For a brief moment he wished this for them all. She saw this, and she wished it too. For everyone.
As the man reflected, he realized that he took pride in the successes and failures that had arisen throughout the years in and with both groups. He could see, after all, the sincerity of love and faith within each of them, but was also confused by their reluctance to express their miraculous souls, and to share them as openly and freely with one another.
Didn’t they want to know and understand what the other thought? Didn’t they want to listen? Did they really, truly care for and about one another, differences aside? Why did that affect them so much?
He didn't understand
but she did
There were so many people involved.
So many secrets.
Unspoken heartaches.
Deep rooted practices, thoughts, beliefs.
Ignorance
criticism
Yet in spite of all of this
He loved them all the same.
and she did too,
but she could never see and understand things they way that he did. Not with all of that restraint. Not with all of that confusion.
Yet in the end, there was nothing either of them could do.
He knew this from a very young age, much like she did, this girl who now observed him from a couch only 7 feet away.
People have to set their own terms for their relationships.
Even though it doesn't matter,
the rustle or the tussle.
Because if they all just took a moment to listen, to listen, and truly understand..
things would change for the better.
The only question was if that moment would eventually come, or if it would be suppressed until they too sat in the middle of a room one day much like him. The only question was whether or not they could ever really understand the beauty that was evident before his very eyes, and the story that had the potential to be told to the world.The question was about what they really had within them.