The Speed Of Life

When you stop to rest upon the slope of moments that is the life you live and realize there is more life down in your past than in your future, the struggle up the steepening climb towards your end gets so much harder as you wonder what the ones you leave behind you will remember, after you are gone. For beyond that brink of summit where all instants of decision come to their final end, all ability you ever had to influence their thoughts and dreams will finish, and your fears, your hatreds, the horrors you inspired will live on beyond the moment of your death in those you claim to care for. This is the time when speed of life becomes a dread of knowing that without the growing presence of your faith and understanding those you leave behind will think of you with bitterness and grief instead of fond remembrance, and in their own aloneness curse your name instead of being thankful for lessons learned, wisdom gained and unconditional kindness. So I make this oath: When I begin again to tread that slope of futures to my final end, I vow that there will be no moments when those I have created, and those who made them with me, will not understand the pride I have for them, and swear that when I step from brink of ending into the solitude of oblivion, those I leave behind will know that care and kindness, strength of purpose, love and gift of wisdom all continue in the speed of life, after I am gone.