Mourning for those left behind

Sometimes I feel a great sadness, looking back. I know my role all too well. I am the wanderer out of a Tom Robbins novel or Gilbert Grape's movie. I stir things up. I learn. And then it's time to go. There are the lessons for myself - those I try to learn and improve myself by learning. And then there are the lessons, the challenges I become, in being a tool for something much larger.

Lessons are never easy. Never easy to learn one. Never easy to teach one. That difficulty becomes worthwile when the lesson is grasped, understanding, evolution accomplished. Metting out the harsh lesson become all the more difficult when it's not seen. There's nothing I can do here. I've tried my best. I've been impeccible. I've played my part. I can only hope that some light was seen in the darkness. But I mourn for those who did not. I know their lesson is still waiting to reveal itself.