No man is an island, so the poem goes, but I feel like an island
surrounded by a sea of craziness. In my solitude, I at times feel
as though I am losing my mind. The past is unsure and memory
seems to fail and the young men and women have no clue of
what I am talking about.
The young have forgotten the past, they only look forward but
the world they are building does not rest on any firm foundation
and in the end, their world will topple and their souls will be
empty an they will stand in wonder, with eyes wide open and
upon their lips will be the word, why?
A future without a past will only fail in desperation and sadness.
Without a past, no one can move forward with hope for a better
world. Without a knowledge of God, there cannot be any hope.
Without the past, God will remain unknown. Without God, the
soul is desolate and this will cause a thirst and hunger that can
be satisfied only by God.
The past holds the key to the future and the future cannot
materialize without the past. Only the fool forgets their past and
only the fool is the one who destroys what their father’s built
before them. I remember the past but the world of today try’s
with all its might to make me forget. I would rather live in solitude
than conform to this new world. I would rather be an island,
retaining the knowledge of the past, surrounded by a sea of
ignorance than join the robots who have forgotten who they are
and where they came from.
In the end, I may die alone but at least I will die knowing who
I am and where I came from. But in reality, will I be alone? No!
for God will be with me and all my ancestors who came before
me and it will be they who welcome me as I pass from this world
into the next.
One thought on “The Past”
A very heartfelt and true description of our times. Thank you!