I Was
Walking
I was
walking south on Jarvis Street
“The
climate this evening is just perfect, isn’t it?”
“Agreed.”
“It doesn’t
get better than these last few nights.” There’s a pause. “Are you from the
city?” I asked.
“Most of my
life I’ve lived here but frankly I moved about 30 times to different
locations.”
“What? Were
your parents with the Canadian Forces that they were assigned to different
posts?”
“Not
really,” said the young man, “my parents separated when I was young."
“How did
you handle that? It must have been tough?”
“Yes, it
was,” he admitted. “I eventually got over it. It took a lot of time.”
“Do you
think you’ve learned from the experience? I mean to say, there comes a time
when we reach the same juncture like what your parents went through, such as
their likely disagreements which arose before they decided to part?”
“In time I
learned to be very careful about everything,” he said and then he indicated
with a smile that he had to take a right while I continued straight down Jarvis.
I was
content to have an easy chat with someone I didn’t know and about something
quite personal. “Very careful” is what lingered and in my mind I quite concur
with the policy. On further deliberation though, I felt that even with
prudence, mistakes, mishaps, and misdemeanors come about. It then becomes
necessary to have some anchor in life, something to ground you, or else, you
become an emotional wreck.
My simple
answer on this subject would be that we must cultivate our love for the Divine,
and then we can weather any storm.
May the
Source be with you!
5 km
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