‘Tis a shallow life we live without connection. Without purpose. Without someone to grieve the loss of us when we are gone.
Shallow. Without someone to tell us we matter. At least to them. Someone who actually believes we do matter in some little way.
Without someone to carry us in their heart. Without someone for us to carry in our heart.
Bumping along. Alone. Reaching out and finding nothing much to grasp a hold of. And so, we bump. Along. Aimlessly.
Isolation is a harsh task master. A cruel dictator. Isolation breaks the invisible bones of the soul. It torments us, tortures us, keeps us bound tightly in a soundless cage designed to imprison us as we serve our life sentence, without relief, without interruption. No visitors allowed.
I find that I derive meaning only from being a “mother” to my two Schnauzers. They tether me to this earth because I don’t want to leave them behind, helpless and alone. It’s a fragile tether, this lifeline they provide. The moment it is gone, I am sure to drift far into outer space where I am doomed to perish.
Though I have learned to survive without air. Without a great deal, in fact.
I was led to believe life was rich and deep and wide. Worth living. Worth gripping with all of my might, never letting go. I have found pain to be so. I have also found disappointment and loneliness to display these characteristics. But life? No, not life. Life has been hard, It has become a constant struggle that leaves me weary, without hopes or dreams. Life has left me empty. Trapped in a shallow grave. Having shallow conversations. Shallow encounters. Unfulfilled.
Mouth moving. Ears searching for something worth hearing. Mind seeking something worth listening to. Tongue hoping to have something worth saying that someone will want to hear. Heart desiring a connection worth fighting for. Worth protecting. Worth living for.
But no one wants to see beyond the mask. No one wants to view the imperfect face and soul that lies beneath the perfect plastic. ‘Tis best to keep it light. Keep it shallow. Don’t dig too deep. Don’t dig deep at all. Smile. Say the right words. Move along.
Barely tethered. Ready to let go of the balloon. Float from this empty existence to the emptiness beyond.
‘Tis a shallow life we live without connection. Hard to believe the glass contains more than a few droplets of water. No question about whether or not it’s 1/2 full or 1/2 empty. A drop or two rolls around on the bottom as I turn it side to side. I cannot bear it a moment longer. I dash it to the floor. Watching it shatter. Staring at all the tiny pieces no longer connected. Fragments. Isolated. Capturing a tiny piece of me in each broken shard.