The You

You – the sum of circumstances and choices – are unique. Can’t be replaced or reproduced ( in Never Let Me Go, a futuristic fiction, someone is out to make human spare parts but not the whole being).

You leave behind environmental footprints and fine arts, scars and separation.

Your choices are bitter-sweet, come with hidden and revealed costs. When you face a fork on the road, your instinct takes over: left is hard, right is easier but less intriguing.

Happenstance.

Farther and farther away from original safe haven, from the familiar porch and that worn-out Welcome mat. You have been on the journey and when you look at yourself in the mirror, you hardly recognize yourself. Mirror and weight scale. Keep checking. Keep monitoring.

That divine spark in you is now like “object in rear view mirror”. But like rock and trees, you are created to celebrate, to make some noise. I was struck to learn that Louis Armstrong was born in Jane’s alley (mothered by a New Orleans prostitute), yet goes down in history with “What a Wonderful World”. This makes me want to join in “yeah, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world”.

You who I have come to know, to admire and to miss seeing often.

But I know it’s better this way, that you move on along the journey. God speed on your investment and insurance plans, retirement plans , career plans and cremation plans.

At the end of the day, it’s the You who I remember both divine and human, hurtful and helpful. Still I invest in friendship with you. Because, you are real, even on your worst day. Everything else is virtual, illusionary and not lasting. If I had a choice, I would invest in people. In You. Because I have yet understood the whole You, who are changing with each choice along the way.