Tuesday, September 14, 2010
She closed the door slowly and headed for the other room. Still dark, her fingers tentatively reached for the light switch and turned it on. “Oh, no pain. I’m so thankful the light has become my friend again.” The good omen made her happy and she continued one by one with the morning routine. It was there in this routine she found a tear, a single tear. “Why and how do did you get trapped in there?” she cried.
Scanning the illuminated square she felt all emotions and yet somehow numb. For there in the confines of that tiny illuminated screen passed the images of souls who had touched her, moved her and shared with her. Souls she had not forgotten, ones she often spoke of and yet now seemed forever trapped to the confines of that screen. “I never meant it to be this way,” was all she could think.
She starred at souls as they passed by. One had achieved such great accomplishments she longed to give them a deserved pat the back. Several passed whom had brought such joy, filled her life and mind with beautiful, “remember when” memories. To many whom are suffering; lost a loved one, trying to conquer an endless mountain or just needed a hug. “The evil screen has you trapped, how do I reach you?” she tearfully screamed, but the evil screen just blinked.
It just sat there blinking, as if to say, “this is what you did, you blinked and now they are gone, I have them.” She knew she had blinked, knew it was all her fault. Too many tomorrows that now added up to lost time, lost supportive touches and who knew what memories had never been made? “Oh you, what an evil screen. I must find a way to free those souls. Don’t you blink at me,” and yet, the evil screen blinked.
Don’t you feel this way when you travel around your social media circles? People who were once a soul that touched you but all you have now is what that evil screen shares with you.
It broke my heart to learn a high school friend’s mother passed away and the evil screen just illuminated her sorrow. I had missed the chance to be a FRIEND. I had blinked and lost touch.
Though our lives have become more complicated and we spread ourselves way too thin being a real friend remains the same. It requires more than a line on a screen. It still involves a hand, a shoulder, a spoken word.
Please my friend, don’t blink.
PS: A very warm thank you for all the well wishes. I was lucky this time as my vertigo passed in a day.