Gavin’s heart grew heavier with every step he took in the silent forest. The looming darkness of night seemed to reflect his gloomy thoughts. Thoughts and memories of his early childhood when he had taken a walk in the same forest with his late father. As he trudged onward through the red and golden autumn leaves that covered his path, he began to speak out loud as if he were composing a letter.
Sunlight burst through the enormous windows and flooded the church where the young boy’s father preached. The boy stood there, unable to move, and gazed up in awe to where the light entered. It was then that he understood that in the same way light now reached into the darkest corners of the church, so would light reach into the darkest of hearts.
Have you ever been in love? Well, I have, countless times. And has your heart ever been broken? Yeah, hurts, doesn’t it? I know, I’ve been there too. Not just because someone I’d fallen in love with didn’t feel the same for me. Mostly, it was over unfulfilling relationships – not just romantic ones – and difficult situations I’d gotten myself into, in which I constantly adapted to other people. It boiled down to living life according to other people’s desires instead of my own.
Tomorrow in the Netherlands, it will be Remembrance Day, and the day after it will be Liberation Day. It’s days like these that give me mixed feelings. Is it a good thing to remember those who gave us our freedom and then celebrate this freedom? Well, maybe. In this way we can experience gratitude and be aware of the importance of freedom. On the other hand, it makes us focus on suffering.
“Magari,” he sighed wistfully as he sat on the cliff overlooking the bay.
Instantly, the wind began to stir. She whipped the waves to a frenzy, driving them towards the beach where they would have rolled on to anyway, albeit faster now.
If only I could, he wondered.
“Oh, but you can,” replied the wind.
Then, the wind settled, letting the waves rest a little in the warm afternoon sun.