No matter how low you think you’ve dropped
Your story hasn’t ended
No matter how far your path has gone
Your story hasn’t ended
No matter how sad your heart can feel
Your story hasn’t ended
No matter how long it takes to get you there
Your story hasn’t ended.
bobby stevenson 2021
The night of him looking at the stars was the night that everything changed.
That night as the planets danced overhead, a thought grabbed him and shot right up his nose and into his brain, almost taking his breath away.
Here he was abandoned in Space, a traveller and whatever the dimensions of this universe there could only be so many travellers.
Whatever brought him or sent him to this place - that whatever he was going through was unique – perhaps what he was experiencing really meant something. There was a reason for his being.
If that was true, then everyone else he knew or met or saw was travelling too – all of them wound up by a key and sent on a path with little decision on their part of what they should take.
If they had all been moulded by a god - the woman in the bakery, or the postman, or the kid who always cried, then they had an angel at their birth – but even if their heart, their existence or their imagination was an accident of the universe – they were still unique, still special, still a traveller.
So when he jumped to conclusions
or jumped to attention or jumped out of the way, he told himself to remember –
no one asked to be a traveller.
Be kind.
Bobby Stevenson 2021
Another new morning in Deal. I haven’t checked the telephone, and I sure as hell haven’t switched on the TV with all that news. So I lie t...
