We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
[In celebration of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s 208th birthday… we pledge to write... #Trust30.]
You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.2. Write the story that has to be written.(Author: Gwen Bell)
It’s always been a race against the clock, my life. At times… a sprint. Other times… a marathon. This last fifteen minutes, still that of no fame, lingers. The taunt of the last tick and the very final tock tempt from me no revelation. No confession. Strangely, no regrets.
Imprints of a life lived attach to glistening grains siphoning through my immobile hourglass… and plunge into oblivion. One tear… two, for the children I leave, fall too. Hardened salt diamonds, long suppressed behind stoic eyes, shatter on dry cheeks. Shards of silenced pain, anger and sadness litter my breast… melting in the scorching warmth of a soul in solace.
The air of freedom is sweeter.
It is finished.