In the nest
Living life. Sounds like a simple task. And it is really simple when you live in a nest. You face a series of challenges that someone else is struggling with, so that you are protected from the harmful influences that come from the world around you. Sometimes you don't even notice the obstacles that come your way because before you go out on the road, "he" has already removed them. And as you walk the clean path and live life, day after day passes and you begin to believe that life is easy and beautiful. Your life becomes a fairy tale. Your life becomes a movie. A movie directed by "him". And you remain deeply convinced that this is a movie with a happy ending, because it can't be otherwise. How could it be otherwise in the nest.
Protected from evil, you see good in everything. Unselfishly share smiles and affection, because you have too much of it. Even when in life you come across some unusual words, sometimes insults, covert or overt, you try to justify them or at least find the reason why they were said, believing that the intention is not bad. There are no bad intentions for you because you live in a nest, your own reality, filled with the warmth of the happiest home in which you are used to feeling loved and everything is focused only on you.
To be loved. There seems to be no more valuable thing in life. The affection and dedication you have in the nest will make you a good and happy person, but when the movie is over and the director of your movie comes out of the nest, your life will never be the same again. Suddenly, you face all those obstacles that "he" used to remove from your path. Suddenly you are no longer as loved as you used to be. Suddenly you are left to fend for yourself and start life over. Everyone is telling you that now you need to be the protector of your nest, and your protector is gone.
"He" is my father. My strenght. My support. My king. One and only. The most powerful. The most important. Irreplaceable. Even when the checkmate happens, sometimes you remain convinced that this is not the last move and that after the end you have a chance to take at least one more move and save the king. But that belief remains only in the thoughts that keep popping up. When a loss occurs, we only gain time. Time to move on. A time filled with sadness, reconsideration of our own actions in the past, remorse for not being able to avoid the checkmate that has already happened and is largely part of the reality we refuse to accept. But the reality is there. We live in it and there is no road that would take us back, although we are constantly looking for a signpost. Yet, the king remains king even after defeat. Its value is infinite. His presence is eternal.
This article is dedicated to my father. I wrote it in the first days after his death when I struggled with myself. I share it with you, with one message. Take care of your parents while they are alive and spend time with them. As long as our parents are alive, we are still children, carefree and loved, and that is invaluable.
Thank you very much for reading.
Article is original and mine. Lead image is from unsplash.com.
We don't really understand the meaning of our lives until our parents are alive, I am really sad to hear about your loss, God knows the best okay.