seen

 Sometimes the dark depths string their fingers around us and pull us in. We are washed away and lost. Days of regret and dread and despair for the things that we have not done, that we never did, that we should have. Time is so fleeting and fickle, it swoops in with a knife, stabs us in the side, and then retreats like a misty morning fog. Time has passed and so have people. One moment we are children pretending to be our favourite TV character or Marvel Comic Book Hero, then we are teenagers imitating musicians and sports stars, we become young adults with dreams of changing the world and reaching the top, then we are merely in decline… rolling down a hill rapidly whilst others stand at the top unaware that we are even disappearing into that sombre and solemn night. How do we remain relevant? How do we retain dignity? As I walk around the lake in the mornings, I often see elderly people walking, alone, and when I smile at them they smile back with such a joy… it almost brings a tear to my eye to think of it… because all of us, as human beings, simply want to be seen, to be welcomed, to be considered… we are still here and we want to be seen and acknowledged by our fellow human beings.