As we conversed, I impressed upon him my learned wisdom, and into the depths of his salient mind, I had thrust. Attentively, he absorbed all that was being said to him, with no sounding retorts or distracting hues; he had offered no interrupting inquisitions.
And so it was, for the moments that followed; I had spoken insistently, while he listened willingly; it felt to me, as though he had chosen to adhere to my lessons learned.
Floundering to stay in my element, as I became alert to his consistent silence; it seemed out of character for him to absorb so much without question.
I interrupted my desire to share, and asked a question to probe his understanding. I hushed, so I could hear him retort; but noticed that even after he had heard the question, his silence remained forthright.
“I know he cares; he loves me, as I do him; perhaps, I am being a bit overbearing…”
I had attempted to be circumspect; but such information can prove to be intimidating, nonetheless… Though aware of the fact that he has come of age, I must also concur that he is at a stage where such as what I suggest, has to be patiently guided.
“My son… Oh my precious son; I trust your successes, benevolence, and ability to comprehend, would stifle these pangs I feel, and put to rest the woes from my compromised past. Have I not taught you enough about greatness? Or is it not greatness that you now seek?”
His response was firm, and from his tones depth, I gathered he was definitely paying attention; for when he spoke back, his chosen words portrayed the submission of a respectful son.
“You are the way, the path to our salvation; in your hands the world shall know more peace; so redeem me, my son; take heed to my words; grant me this release, so I can die intact with pride…”
I continued to share with him, my drawn perspectives, citing words like vigilance, focus, compassion, integrity, and concluding with the value of educated information.
In this young man, I see the fate of days to come; in his hands, I must entrust my own legacy; for he represents a time I may never know. He is to be my greatest investment; one that I offer to the world I have since known.
I see in him, a force of pure good, the wisdom of ages, compassion of the sages; an ambition neither misplaced nor misguided, but intent on communal servitude, and bringing joy to all the ages.
“Fortune favours the prepared, my son; luck is thus an illusion, for you must make your own. Be aware that 15 is an age where some shoulder responsibilities, so be certain that yours is soon to come. Take a notebook and write out all that you desire; narrate to yourself the kind of future you crave, and those comforts that you will seek. Please do this today, so you too are now prepared…”
“Thank you my father; please be rest assured that I will definitely do my best…” He answered.
Alas, the words he had said helped put my mind at rest; now I stand proud knowing he is equal to the test.
04/09/2009
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