Already seven weeks living at home. Thanks to the Corona Virus. Working and living in and around the house. Like the old times, when the lives of people were concentrated in villages and hamlets, just before the rise of the big cities. When they breathed clean air. When there were no planes flying in the sky. And no big polluting chimneys.
A colleague who retired this week did not get a big farewell party. However, there were smaller moments when colleagues were playing music instruments in his street and when a big surprise cake was brought to the threshold of his home.
The retiring fellow worker was touched by all these gestures of love. He wrote a thank you message and told us that his soul had gotten callus during twenty years of being a policeman and detective. But at this moment in time he was feeling emotional … tears were filling his eyes.
There was also a picture in his e-mail. It is the photo above this post. The clock where the numbers have fallen down. And where the words are expressing an old Dutch idiom. ‘Does it matter? I am retired anyway’ … it is written there.
The strange thing is that it seems that many humans are working hard and waiting for the moment far away in time that they will finally retire. Than … only than … is the time to relax and to slow down …
But the ‘truth’ is that not anyone of us will reach that destination. For some of us it will be unreachable. Like it was for the innumerable ‘boys’ who were bleeding and dying at the red coloured beaches of Normandy, 75 years ago.
Within some days we will be remembering how precious our Freedom is. How hard-fought. How many sacrifices were given to regain it. Millions of humans wasted and thrown away. Like so many persons are nowadays dying in prison camps at ‘forgotten’ spots, somewhere at barren, wasted and overcrowded grounds.
So please … When you are living in a situation where you have a home, food, drink, a bed, a good health and (sometimes) the company of others like neighbours, friends, family, please try to enjoy. Be aware of your precious moments in time.
Your and mine time is limited. Even when we are getting older than the generations before us. Even than … Time is still flying … And we are flying away someday to other places of consciousness. Heaven? God knows. Probably.
But even when it is not there … somewhere before us in time … Try to enjoy the moments of ‘heaven’ … when you belong to the lucky ones who are living at comfortable places … in villages and hamlets … which can be seemingly dull and undisturbed …
But it is a great present to be free of danger, harm and controlling guards … It is for many of us at this planet a desirable luxury …
– Splinter of Wisdom