The Stranger - 1
The Wanderer's LessonEverything was just so quiet.
I was alone in the cottage.
Careless of where they fell;
Dreaming in another dimension.
They were raised here.
Met their wives and raised a family,
Grew older and wiser, more observant and modest,
And came to understand the nature of change.
They had lived with their memories for so long
That they could not go a day without thinking of the past -
The days when everything was beautiful and everything was bright;
The days before rebellion and darkness,
When butterflies still flew in the sky
And hearts still beat for others.
Just thinking of how intensely they remembered...
How every memory forced them back to their pasts
Where they stood in their old pairs of shoes;
Ran in fields of grass with good friends and schoolmates;
Laughed as pouring rain soaked them from head to toe, socks and all;
Shook as they kissed their first loves and cried at their fathers' burials...
When I thought of how intensely they remembered...
I felt so sorry for them.
The world had become so broken, so ugly,
That the only joy life harbored was hidden in their memories.
How many nights they retreated to their memories...
How many nights they yearned to return to their pasts...
How many nights they sobbed,
Knowing that their grandchildren would never experience life as it was
Back when everything was good and beautiful...
It was a sad way to go.
It was the worst way a person could go.
Every time I found an elder in eternal slumber,
I would kneel on the ground and take his hand,
Holding it endlessly as I tried to imagine the memories he had had before he left the world.
After I had knelt with the elder for many moments,
I would kiss the back of his hand,
Place his hand over his heart,
And say to him as I let my tears fall freely:
"I hope that you are living your memories there, dear neighbor.
I truly hope that everything has become real
And you are happy once again."
I don't know why or how I knew this,
But I knew it all the same.
Even if it was uninvited.
That's all anyone could do-
Remember,
With him being so close,
To feel just a bit of the past.
Everything had stopped growing.
Everything was dark;
Everything was dead.
The flowers,
The crops,
The trees,
Our faith,
Our hope,
Our happiness -
Our families.
Everything was dead.
And there was nothing we could do
To bring any of it back.
It was gone.
It was all gone.
Hidden, murdered, buried.
Everything was gone.
I watched him as he touched the grass nostalgically,
Almost as if he was trapped in a dream.
I still could not see his face,
But the arches of his body and the movement of his fingers were more expressive than any face I had ever seen.
I could read every emotion,
Feel every tinge of sadness,
Just by watching his movements.
He was expressive in a different way -
A beautiful way.
He gave off an energy of positivity,
An energy that had left the earth to live somewhere else;
An energy I had not felt in a long time;
An energy I could not identify;
An energy I had to find -
An energy I had to feel.
The thought of finding this familiar and foreign energy
Compelled me to sit next to the stranger,
To touch the grass as sentimentally as he did.
As my fingers brushed each blade,
I was reminded of Jaehyo and his last request.
I had promised him I would remember;
I had promised him I would make myself remember.
There were so many stories that had disappeared,
Left the earth unknowingly, unannounced, along with their keepers,
Headed to a world far out of reach for the hands,
Far out of reach for the mind.
But there were so many stories hiding behind those empty homes;
Hanging from the branches of the trees;
Spiraling in the cold gusts of wind that would sing survivors songs of solitude;
Sleeping under the dark sky,
Day and night,
Every moment undisturbed -
Every moment waiting to be heard.
To keep my promise to Jaehyo,
I had to find all of those stories that lied in wait:
Waiting to be told,
Waiting to be heard.
And that man,
That simple stranger, that curious wander, who had become one with the past
Had a story to tell -
A story to be heard.
If everything was to be remembered,
Every story had to be told.
Every story had to be heard.
He had to tell me his story;
I wanted to know his story.
"Would you like to rest for a while?" I asked the stranger.
He did not respond for many moments.
He was someplace far away,
In a distant world I could not see:
A world where the sun shined,
The roses were a bright shade of red,
The trees had leaves and almost touched the clouds,
And the grass grew, tall and green -
Always.
When he was suddenly removed from the world for which he longed,
He replied to my question dreamily:
"Yes, I could use a bit of rest."
I helped the stranger to his feet.
He was so tired that he could not stand without wobbling.
He leaned on me.
I walked him to the door one foot at a time -
Left then right. Left then right.
I lead him to a chair.
He sat in it gratefully.
I went to get him a cup of water.
When I had returned, he was already asleep.
I placed the cup of water on the floor next to the chair,
And then I sat on the ground -
Right across from him.
I looked at him for several moments.
I could not see his face,
But his body was still more expressive than any face I had ever seen.
Looking at him then,
It felt like I had gone back in time.
He was curled up on the chair,
Hugging himself as he slept,
Like a child in the middle of the night,
Waiting for his mother to tell him a story,
To kiss him goodnight and wish him sweet dreams.
When I looked at him,
I saw a boy with many memories,
With many stories to tell.
But as I looked at him more,
I also saw something else -
Something I could not identify,
But something I knew was there.
What that something was I had to know.
I felt in my heart that I had to know that something, whatever it was.
So as the stranger slept,
I waited -
Waited for his memories,
Waited for his stories,
Waited for his something -
His something worth knowing.
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I'm sorry for not updating this story in so long! I'm trying to make more time for updating, but it's not really working out so well.
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