So Christmas is around the corner and I’ve been thinking. Thinking about a whole lot of things. Thinking about why I haven’t blogged so much lately. Thinking about why certain things happen to certain people, and why certain things do not happen for certain people...

...Christmas is coming and I want to shed some light on what I think it’s about. Today, while at work, I thought about what Christmas means to me. I don’t think of it religiously. I don’t think about it as a massive gift-fest (although presents are always nice). I think of it as a time to give. You may ask, “what do you give?” I reply, “the same thing I always give. Hopes and happiness.” I try my heart out to make people smile. But there will always be some that I have come into contact with and wish to help but am unable to sit down and talk with them due to us having different schedules.

This is about one such person that I have spoken to on Notemine. I don’t know her real name. All I know is that she lives in America, and is an intellectual that I once sparked an excellent conversation with one day. This woman fascinates me because of her love for her partner who she misses dearly. She is unable to move on because she knows her love is true, she misses her partner who she left her due to discrepancies (I don’t know the full story) that they had while together. While she knows that she did wrong by her partner and wishes to change it, she also knows that it will take time and effort. One of the other things I’ve learned is that her and her ex-girlfriend share a child together.

Her name is “Lay_Me_Down_Gently”.

Every time I speak to this woman, my heart warms to her and makes me wish that I could pick her up every time she stumbles. So I am writing this in the hope that she can see my message and my outstretched hand. For her to understand that she is a fucking trooper and deserves a happy ending, given the endless struggle for happiness; the endless pursuit for a second chance. My intellectual friend, if you ever read this, you have my support in ANY way possible.

I want things to work out for you. You deserve happiness. For you, your girl, and your son. May your Christmas wishes come true. May ALL of your wishes come true. I wish to lay you down the night when you will be at your happiest and be able to sleep and dream of the great future you have ahead of you. I want to show you the future and help you live it to the fullest.

I want you to be happy.
I want you to smile and move forward.
I want you to walk with me along the stairwell to contemplation.

~AKS.

When I read this, it made me cry. It was a different kind of cry though; a kind of cry that I haven't experienced in a while. The kind of cry that happens when no one is around, but you still feel an overwhelming sense of compassionate love surrounding you. It was a good cry.
It absolutely astounds me that someone who knows nearly nothing about me could have such passionate opinions about my situation. I love the fact that there is still genuine kindness that exists in this world, even from strangers.
Thank you, AKS for your encouraging words. May you never underestimate the power of a kind heart and may your compassion be rewarded tenfold.