A lad full of life and innocence, he is. Little wonder, even with raging hormones typical of a schoolboy, he could avert his gaze from the nakedness of a pretty, young seductress, while saying an emphatic ‘No’ to her. His view of life is untainted, unbiased; a beautiful naivety, not considering how quickly angels can become demons or how cruel the world can be. To him, everything is possible—everything!
Our conversation on Friday was brief. But it was long enough to stoke a dying fire in me. I listened with interest as he hinted about the ventures he’d soon start. His words and zest to make a difference, unknown to him, poked me in the heart, and raised a myriad of questions, too: You once had his kind of energy, Victor—are you going to allow those events rob you of it? Is it still possible to be that person again? Will you just let go?
Really, as the months—and years—go by, with life’s crazy twists and turns, it is not uncommon for the fire that once burned in us to lose its intensity.
And that’s the reason I chose to put these words together.
As the year counts the remainder of its days, it is possible that in our hearts what used to be a fire now is a tonne of ash or, perhaps, fading embers.
If a few minutes of conversation with a boy could touch my heart, I feel a post like this could be helpful.
Keep the flames aglow.
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