Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Coming Through Fog




Coming Through Fog

Time is short.

There are people waiting. Some of them are from your past. They think about you every day, or maybe they think about you only every once in a while. It doesn’t matter. You have to know that they are there. They remember you fondly. They wait. They wait for your call or your letter, something that says you’re still around, anything that says you’re all right with the world. They wait and they wonder. You need to let them know.

There are people waiting. They live with you now. They look at you every day with expectation. They don’t want much, or maybe they want too much. It doesn’t matter. You have to know that they are there. They watch you with care in their eyes, love in their hearts. All that they need is a sign of recognition, some flicker of acceptance in your eyes. They wait and they wonder. You need to let them know.

There are people waiting. They will become a part of your future. Some you have met briefly, once or twice. Some you haven’t met at all. It doesn’t matter. You have to know they are there. Each one may become your closest friend, your lover, or your worst enemy. It’s impossible to predict. Just know that they are there, waiting to become a part of your life. They will want to give something to you, and they will want to take something from you. Only you can decide what you will take and what you will give. You will need to let them know.

Time is short. The life you share with others has an importance that knows no equal. There are people waiting … for you. It’s time that you stopped waiting too.
 







 








 
 


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