Let us not wait for too late

After studying for several hours, I decided to take a break – a little walk towards the book collection here in our library. I was planning to take a peek on the book I find really interesting since last semester but for some reason, I thought of continuing my strolling through the shelves.

Several minutes later, I saw two different editions of Chicken Soup for the Soul. “Oh, these are the books I usually see on bookstores”, was my first thought. “It’s nice to see ‘em here in the library”, I told myself.

I picked the Grieving and Recovery edition and out of habit, before opening it, I prayed to God to let my eyes land upon the chapter in which I could find uttermost meaning. And that, I must say, never fails.

The story I have read is about a mother who lost a son due to suicide. Below are some of her thoughts that I find very striking:

“What would I say to him if we could relive his last year? What do I comprehend now that I didn’t even fathom before he died?

I would say that his own healing had to come before he could heal others; that society and family responsibilities are utterly irrelevant when weighed against the glorious gift of his life. I’d encourage him to leave school and his professional life and embark on his own spiritual quest to find the peace that I have learned is possible.” (added emphasis)

The Gift of Compassion from Chicken Soup for the Soul (Grieving and Recovery)

This is one of the most touching messages I have ever read. Imagine all the stresses in life you currently have. For sure, you’ve come to the point of breaking down… Perhaps, recently.

Now, imagine your mother telling you the same message above: You could quit school; you could quit your job and you don’t have to worry about anything else in the world except for looking for that peace you’ve always wanted. Imagine her, or a significant person, telling you that you don’t have to worry about what others think. You don’t have to worry about your responsibilities in the family for these are “utterly irrelevant”. What’s important is YOU.

I believe that more than the pains of a physical injury, those monsters in our minds are harder to battle. How do we command them to go away? Should we shake our heads, talk to them, cry, plead to steer clear from us, or simply sleep it all out?

What the mother in the story has said was true, “…embark on his own spiritual quest to find the peace that I have learned is possible.” I myself had fought with extremely negative thoughts and I believe that each of us is fighting different sets of monsters in our heads. Nevertheless, finding peace is indeed possible. I’ll tell you the funny story of how I combated mine in a separate post.

Now definitely, not all have the luxury of receiving such magnificent piece of advice like the mother’s. But is everyone also not capable of giving even the slightest comfort that that person is important?

There are already too many “if onlys” in this type of situation just like the mother in the story who has just found the right words to say when it was all too late. Some are lucky to not have lost a loved one, yet for those people who have, and chose to share their stories to inspire others, I believe that we should not let their efforts turn to waste. I hope we don’t end up repeating those mistakes by not letting our family or friends know how much we love them and how much we truly care for them.

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