Meant to Be!

‘Tis a quest that begins anew each waking moment. An agonizing search for something that may well be gone forever.  Once lost, lost, and life will never be the same.. 

No-one wants to admit to the loss. Was it carelessness? Lack of dedication? Whatever the reason, I lost my greatest treasure. Inspiration has left the building. Platitudes bounce off the walls of fading hope…It’ll be ok. S’all for the best. Keep the faith!  S’all good! And, definitely not to be slighted, an all-time favorite, Meant to be, Buddy, meant to be!  Blech!

They mean well, my friends. And, sure, I admit, at first, all the good intentions helped - a little. But, hey! It’s been three damn weeks and, believe you me, an ongoing, well-meaning chorus of it’s gonna’ be ok ain’t cuttin’ it! 

Three weeks ago I was somebody - a writer. Well, at least, in my circle of a few discriminating friends, I was

somebody, and to myself, my friends and my publisher, I was a writer. But that’s all a dream once come true, now, fading fast. I can’t think, much less write.

If this hell doesn’t have a happy ending, I will have nobody; I will be no-one. It’s all lost. Gone.  Without Inspiration I am nothing. How can I possibly keep going without Inspiration?  Does anyone keep going without 

their Inspiration?

It’s been three months now…three months since I lost my Inspiration. I’ve tried, but the words have escaped me, gone with Inspiration. My phone is quiet. Friends have

moved on. My fault. I shut down, shut them out. 

This morning is different.  

Up until now, I’ve been more and more indulging in a daydream/nightmare of executing a Hemingwayesque exit. I know. Drama king. It’s just, I lost my best friend.

In any given moment of darkness, I could count on riding that wave of inner peace that always accompanied my Inspiration. 

Then that friend I could always rely on was gone.

Until…

A scratching noise. At the door. 

I know that scratching! 

OK!  I’m awake! I’m up! 

A flash of fur, delighted yelps and slobbery kisses. And that was just me!  I got the same, along with the happy jingle of tags…My favorite one of all clanged against the others resoundingly announcing the return of my best friend…

His name so beautifully etched on the front of that best tag: Inspiration.

Attached to his collar was a note:

You left your gate open for the umpteenth time. Inspiration comes to visit with me and I always bring him back before you even realize he’s gone. But not this

time. This time I decided to teach you a lesson and I kept Inspiration for a good long time - you get my point?

Lesson learned?

Lesson learned!  

Inspiration at my side, I am creating invitations for my friends to a welcome back party. 

Inspiration’s back. Friends are back. I’m back!

Inspiration - Once lost, then found. Life will never be the same…

S’all for the best. Keep the faith!  S’all good!

By Fran Pearce

From: United States