It does matter
by Jason Libert

Life is a blink at best. A precious empty chalkboard at birth, a responsibility laded upon us with a weighted whisper communicating to us at our end it does matter, regardless of the tidal oppositions to be a sluggard; it does matter what our lives amount to.

We will not be able to use any of our comfortable excuses as remedy for our lacking effort when the grading is done. Technology with its ability to digitally enhance the inconsistencies and weaknesses of our life, will rest simmering, broken and useless before us as evidence of our failed and wasted lives. Our work will show the truth we hid even from ourselves; efforts to build our own glorifying empire.

The whisper will get louder and the burden we run from heavier as the time allotted to us evaporates. At some point we will begin to see what we are supposed to do and hopefully we will heed that call to action. We will start to tear down the walls of our kingdom and see the world around us, actually look and see. We will see the pain and suffering of our fellow travelers. The agony in their eyes and  the violent emptiness in their soul will cry out to us and we will have an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and powerful urge to pull away, to runaway and hide, but once you see the truth there is no going back, not really. You may return to your safe delusion but you will not be able to remain. Stronger than the force to that drives you to hide, the insidious power to help those hurting more than yourself will guide you back. This is your purpose, this is more important than the board meetings or the mortgage payments. It's not that hard, it may be a simple as reaching out and letting someone who feels all alone know that you are there for them to talk to and inviting them to get a cup of coffee.

Three- hundred and eighty nine words, maybe the storm will settle down and we will not have to evacuate after all. This is what I believe; help each other and maybe you will find the hand that you reach out to pull from the mire is your own.

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