It Adds Up
Tale as old as time.
It all adds up. They sigh.
They finally see his lifeless body.
His smile intact. AS ALWAYS.
Freer than ever.
At peace?
They do not know.
They do not know.
How could they?
They wonder what it means for him.
Did he get the rest he always wanted?
The freedom from all the racing thoughts that devoured him alive.
Did he get the clarity he craved and longed for?
Did he get the answers he sought? Is he finally at rest?
Or has he gone to a world worse? Only now he cannot escape!!
Who will be with him?
We did not. And we said we would.
We knew him. We reckon we understood him.
All the small instances of calls and meetings.
The times now gone!
If he could be back for just one minute and help us understand.
The rationale.
The reasons behind the reasons.
The met and unmet expectations.
Did he finally get to reconcile his reality with the absolute truth he swore his life by?
They will ask and never get answers. They will ponder and go nowhere.
But give them a week or two. Maybe a month. And they will forget.
Of course they do. That is how everything works.
It all matters until it doesn’t, and it doesn’t until it does.