He sat there crying. Sobbing.Almost shaking from the tears and sadness. There was no way to console him.He couldn't be consoled.No matter what was said or how it was said to try and calm him or reason with him, it had no effect.
He knew the truth. He knew what words could never capture. He knew the results of the choices made. He knew the life lost. He knew the chance thrown away. He knew, whether he would admit it or not. He knew.
And for what. What was it done for. What was accomplished. Did it matter at all at this point in time.
He closed his eyes, shuttered a bit and walked out of the room. The house was empty but for him as I left. It had once been so alive with kids,laughter,stories and dreams. They and it were gone now.
Choices. They have meaning. They take a toll. They tell a story.
I think back to that old movie…The Swimmer. Burt Lanchaster. At the end standing in front of the boarded up house. Some lives get boarded up.
Don't get boarded up. Keep searching for your truth. Keep reaching out. Choose wisely. What is wealth. How is it defined. An ageless experiment.