Oh, For Longing.
There is longing in each of us. It takes many forms. Gets us moving forward or standing still, frozen by its hopelessness. Longing can last a moment or a lifetime. It is what we have at that moment before night overtakes us, when we remember one last thing we could have done, could have been.
I have seen longing in my children’s faces before a birthday, waiting for a surprise, emotion radiating from their very pores. I have felt longing in myself, in the hope of a new beginning, new places, faces. Longing is in all of us and how we express it or suppress it will fulfill or defeat us.
I choose to long as a child longs, with all my being, shaking with the energy of it, with the thrill of it. I want to be propelled forward with longing, to accomplish all that life, God, and family have to offer. I want to end my days with no more longing, with only a deep sigh of satisfaction and thanksgiving, with all the conquest of longing behind me.