THE WALKING DEAD!
THE WALKING DEAD!
We know them
since childhood and even attended the same schools and same Colleges and
Universities. We worked for the same companies and even shared the same passion
in the same fields of our Professions.
We were there when they got married and
even became life partners with some. We were there when their first child was
born and even became Godparents to some. We celebrated with them when they
bought their first car and even warmed their first house.
Everything in anything
was normal within our cluster of close friends: we talked, laughed and cried together
and protected each other with our own lives. Life to us was more than just Life:
we became the reason for Life; this World was turning because we were there and
made it happen!
Us and Them as in People, was clearly
defined and we knew our Class and Societal Borders well. We walked on top of
the World because we were Top People in Top Class. Success in everything became
our Daily Bread!
We partied,
celebrated and even shared our Birthdays and Anniversaries. We told them countless
times about how much we loved and missed them, each time they disappeared from
our Timeline. They felt our heartbeats and received our love and reciprocated by
giving it back; seven-fold!
We called and checked each other through
each hour of each passing day and even at midnight. Our bonds of love were
stronger than the fiercest Storm or Hurricane! Time in our lives became just like
all the common things we usually take for granted: Sunrise, Sunset and the dead
of the Night!
They say Life
begins at Forty, but I believe, Real Life begins at Twenty-One! Once you sail-pass
Twenty-One, be assured that your Real-Life Countdown has just begun!
From this point onwards, there’ll be no
rescue if you slipped in the Harsh Waters of Life. Your World which was once
filled with countless admiring friends, thins out as you age and ebb closer to Mid-Life
Crisis and Aging Self-Isolation.
Joyce Vincent
was a beautiful young woman of thirty-eight years old who lived in the UK. Joyce
like everybody else in this life of Pain and Sadness; once had and enjoyed the
company of her colourful friends.
She partied, attended all kinds of events
and shows with her dear friends as ordinary people: her friends defined Life
and the Beauty of being loved and returned the same for them.
It is reported
that Joyce even had a chance of meeting and shook hands with our late President
Nelson Mandela, in 1990 at one of the Benefit Concert For A Free South Africa,
backstage.
Well, if you happened to bump Joyce along
the way and asked how she was feeling, she’d have said: Life is Great, I’m
feeling so happy and fulfilled… and thanks for asking! Would you suspect or detect
anything wrong in her jovial answer? No, I wouldn’t as well.
Suddenly, Joyce
Vincent, for unknown reasons; began to withdraw herself from family and circle
of friends till everybody on her Timeline unwittingly wrote her off.
Joyce, like millions
of like people around the world, she never shared with anybody her reasons to
withdraw from Life: she just kept walking slowly and let everyone else pass her
until she was left alone behind the Crowd of Seven Billion People in the World!
Her Sad Story was first published in The
Mirror, I read it back then and got rattled a bit but not fully surprised since
hers was not unique historically: until I read the repeat on Facebook today.
Sad but true,
Joyce Vincent was found dead in her London Government Flat more than two years
later. She’d apparently died from Asthma Attack in 2001 and discovered still laying
in her sofa with TV blurring in 2003. Joyce took her secret to withdraw from Life
and Family to her grave.
It’s never easy to detect these sublime
signs of withdrawals from people closest to you and becomes impossible to trace
the source for this mysterious Withdrawal Disease.
In this World of
Seven Billion Citizens, we’re surrounded by millions of such People: the Walking
Dead. You be inside a train when suddenly, you notice the other person opposite,
staring at you!
You try to look the other way in attempt to
ward off their petrifying stares, but the stare continues to bite on you. Try and
make faces to distract this scary and unwanted attention but, that person still
won't budge.
Hello, this guy ain't
looking at you as you suppose, he's way deep inside his Parallel World of Self-Isolation!
These Victims once lived and Survived by Association with others and later withdrew
themselves to Die by Disassociation! It is an Incurable Disease of Personal Choice.
Daily, I pray the LORD, my Soul to keep and
to help keep my steps in sync with God! I have learned not to depend on other People
for my Survival, because the same people you counted as friends and pillars for
your Life are subject to abandon your ship without further notice!
It's Okay, if my
kids don't miss me anymore, nor feel the need to pick up a phone and say, Hello Tata,
we miss you and felt the need to ask you: How are you doing today? I lost my mom and Dad when I was between the ages of Eight and Ten Years. But you know what?
I still miss my Parents right to this day!
The odds of being missed by your children when
you dead, stand at 0 per million: if they never felt the need to even call and check
on you while you had your breath: what will change their minds after your death?
I pray to God to
Revive all the Walking Dead among us and let them discover their right footing
with the rest of Humanity! Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy
wine with a merry heart… cried King Solomon
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