The final thing the old woman said was this.
“You are a creative soul. The time is ripe for you to grasp what is written in the stars. If you stay, it will kill you. And no matter what you do, you will always have enough.”
She could not believe the words. Her life has not been dull. She has done much and achieved a great many things. She has made a life as the patron of many charitable works, most of which supported art programs for the underprivileged, the disenfranchised. She had hosted many events which were the talk of the banking industry, in which her husband is a major player. She had raised three beautiful, well-behaved children who are also citizens of the world, knowledgeable and compassionate. This is for her the ultimate success.
As she stumbled over the cobbled stones and headed to ‘Antoine’s’ where her family must be waiting by now, mixed emotions assailed her. Has she made a success of her life? What’s the meaning of ‘success’? Has she hidden behind the façade of duty and care all this time? Or is it…
“Mum, over here.”
“Hi sweetheart, sorry I was daydreaming. Did you have a good time?” she asked as she looked expectantly at the other two faces staring at her.
“Mum, you look, um, kinda I don’t know, different..?”
“Oh, must be the brisk walk I took…”
“No, it isn’t that, I…”
“No matter, guys. Mum looks like she has had an interesting time. Now, let’s order. I’m famished.”
Something dislodged within her. She sat down and picked up her menu, wondering how familiar yet alien these people at the table are to her. It’s like she was seeing them for the first time, through unfiltered lens.
Do I even know them? Do they know me? The real me. She stilled at the realisation of what she has said, in her head. Taking a deep breath, her fingers gripped the menu tighter as she tried to reconcile the sensation emerging from the pit of her belly.
“Darling, you ok?”
She turned to the man she has been married to for close to 26 years, and smiled.
“Yes, I am. I think I finally am.”
How many of us are privileged to be reminded of soul desires?
How many of us are willing to step out from the life we have to a life we could have?
How many of us are prepared to let go and grasp each new moment?
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