Do words vanish with the wind? Have you ever considered that perhaps the wind longs to listen to them? The wind is like the breath of life. The elements—earth, air, water, and fire—are essential for life, and without them, the world as we know it would not be possible.
I appreciate how astrology categorizes people into these elements and offers advice on human relationships based on their shared characteristics. Human connections give meaning to the world, and it is through the world that human beings derive their purpose. Just as a seed germinates in the earth, we sprout in our mother’s womb. We ignite her heart like fire, becoming as essential to her as air to our lungs and water to our hearts. Our mother is to us what the elements are to nature.
I’ve always been inexplicably drawn to the existence of vampires. Their qualities and characteristics intrigue me immensely. What strikes me most is the value they place on their creators. Conversely, humans often seem detached. Few recognize the worth of this existence, and many suffer due to this lack of appreciation. As humans age, they gradually shed their awareness, losing touch with the essence of life.
This mysticism surrounding the beginning of this species, although I do not know if it exists, at least in this text I will narrate it as a literary character. This character feels all the elements of life to the core. In my opinion, this perception they have is similar to the letters that make up a word. Each letter allows, in any language, to express what the heart feels, unlike humans, who take the value of things for granted. Once these beings are created, they return to their creator and make them the most important figure in their lives. This process should be the same for humans with their mothers.
What is nature without these elements? What is our life without the breath of our mother? Why is it so difficult to express what we feel? Is a feeling ephemeral in itself?
A feeling comprises an array of emotions. When we experience a profound connection with someone, it occurs because the essence of that individual captivates us. Often, we struggle to grasp the concept of first love, even romanticizing it in certain contexts. Personally, I may not have experienced the concept of romantic love, but maternal love is a sentiment I cherish. It is an affection I will never extinguish from my heart. I dare say it’s my first love. It emanates from the being who loved me within her womb, cherished me at birth, and accompanied me through every step of life. This love persists throughout my existence, and I’m convinced it will endure even if I depart this world before her. As a son, my perspective deems my mother the most significant presence in my life, the one I turn to for counsel in my most critical decisions.
Personally, I embark on frequent journeys. Nonetheless, this doesn’t preclude maintaining connections. At times, we face adversity, distance, and unforeseen circumstances. Yet, for your mother and mine, conveying our sentiments remains of utmost importance. The subconscious memory persists unfadingly, perhaps even aligning more closely with our spirits. Approximately a week ago, Dad confided that he bore unresolved sentiments for Grandma, but she had already passed away. I urged him not to suppress these feelings but to commit them to writing. Subsequently, he called to share how this act had bestowed profound peace upon him. I always anticipated this would be his reaction. It is quite amusing that, despite the considerable age gap—I’m less than half his age—heeding such advice helped him liberate his emotions. Currently, I reside over 12,000 kilometers away, and Grandma’s departure prevented me from attending her burial. Nevertheless, the act of writing and expressing gratitude and forgiveness for all we had shared proved therapeutic for me. It served as a way to honor her as my second mother. It illustrates how, at times, advice based on personal experiences can aid others in finding emotional release.
In conclusion, I offer a piece of advice to you, YOU reader: never neglect your mother. Write to her, call her, or merely converse with her spirit if she has already transcended. Express the sentiments dwelling within your heart. Utilize the power of words. For a mother, understanding that her child’s love remains unwavering, just as her love for them endures, constitutes the most precious gift.
I firmly believe this because I witness it daily with my own mother!
In closing, I wish to clarify one point. My mention of vampires serves as a reminder that we must reclaim our fidelity to our human essence. Regrettably, we have too often relinquished our humanity. Reclamation signifies a return to our fundamental values, such as love, compassion, and empathy. It entails rekindling our appreciation for life’s simple treasures, foremost among them being a mother’s love—a love that stands as both the simplest and most significant aspect of our existence.
One step at a time.
Bye now!
