His feet don’t feel right. They feel weightless and they feel too delicate.
He walks stiffly and without conviction. At times he thinks it may be easier to crawl.
His believes his life is minuscule and he thinks he is lost.
But then something happens, a simple smile by a friend perhaps, and life restores briefly.
We live within 6 feet of the ground. Gravity holds us down and puts weight on our feet.
We will continue to live this way until we are 6 feet under the ground.
And then one day our feet feel wrong. They don’t seem to have contact with the earth.
They feel strange and unique. And life takes on a new hue.
We all have friends. People who we only see occasionally and those we see often.
We have friends with unseen problems and those who speak openly about them.
Some are able to live with and control their issues. And some can’t.
Some call out for help and some bury it deep down. And then suddenly we bury them.
Once upon a time we knew all people were good souls and we embraced that.
But we grew up. And we are forced to take on a harder view.
Now we know that most people have good souls. And that some don’t.
Now we give attention to the few souls that demand that, and wait for the other good souls.
When the other good souls don’t ask for the attention. They get lost to gravity.
So sometimes gravity is stronger on some people and lighter on others.
Some feel the weight of their friends pulling them to an embrace.
Some feel the weight of gravity pulling them into the long embrace of the dirt under them.
We need to learn to feel the shift of gravity beneath our feet. Concentrate on your feet.