Time again
I am worried that this entry will offend people but u know what. I dont care its a part of the book i am writing and it stands out to me. I think some people may like it and some people may not. Feel free to leave ur comments.
From - "Old Barrier Time"
Chapter 12
Lines 30 through 41.
By Adam Derek Clyne
I don’t really know when I did but I do remember what caused me to. It was one summer when I was working for a friend of my family’s. I was moving boxes and painting at the time. The sun was out, the air was clear but I only noticed the children. They were playing in the garden where I was working. A young one, maybe four years in age and her older sister who looked seven maybe at most. They were very into their game of hide and seek. The younger one would count while the older one would just hide behind a little bush making it easier for her little sister to find her. I thought to myself, “how thoughtful.” The older one knows that her sister is far too young to look hard for her, so she hides in an easy spot making the game fun for her little sister.
The little one finished counting and ran around looking for her. Even by hiding behind a small bush the little one could not find her sister. So the little one wondered and wondered around the garden until she thought maybe she was hiding on the outside of the rock wall down by the little street corner in the front of the garden where they were playing. I don’t think the driver even saw the little girl.
The mother all dressed in black and her husband at her side comforting her. The priest blessed the little girls’ body and said his prayers to the Lord. The sister was dressed in black also, but there was something different about her. She had a smile on her face. No one else in the crowd seemed to notice it but me. Once the burial had started and everyone was wailing their eyes out I knelt down and asked her…”Your sister is gone but you are still smiling?” She looked at me, got really close cupping her little frail hands over my ear to whisper to me, and in this faint almost dead voice I heard, “I am happy she’s gone to the better place, now daddy won’t get her like he did me.”
Conclusion
Now, did I tell you that story to make you freak out or did I have a purpose. Some people say I am sick for telling that story but it serves a purpose beyond that which most people will ever comprehend. Nothing is what it seems; we will never know everything about “something” because the meaning of “something” is always changing.
It changes every single day. From year to year, month to month, we see it everywhere we go. Coffee is no longer coffee, bread is no longer just bread, even sex, sex is no longer a physical bond between a man and a woman. The variations we have made as a society set us apart from any civilization ever to exist in this universe. I mean we break things down so much now-a-days.
It was previously a question of finding out if whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. Now it becomes, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning. No meaning?!?! How can life have no meaning? Simply because if we give our life a meaning, the meaning always changes to suit the situation you find yourself in at and given moment in time/life. I know it sounds like an odd kind of way to live your life, but I am sure that it works.