Some Thoughts to Share

Anxiety swept through Mr. Joseph as he froze in place, his heart racing as he watched his son walk into the operating room. With his vision blurred by tears, he wept. His mind returned to a time when life was so full of promise.

He felt the tingling excitement of long ago as he waited for his son to show up. That train chugged and with it, his bundle of joy. As he hugged his wife and son, an odd disquiet settled in. She loved him, but an invisible wall separated them. And while he showered gifts on his son, their relationship was superficial. It was a letter, and its love was a quiet plea for deeper insight.

This sense of alienation deepened over time. Mr. Joseph's criticism arose from a good place but became harsh judgment that pushed his son away. The boy whose eyes had sparkled with dreams of and potential now had become the victim of those fragile relationships on a hospital bed.

He felt guilt and Mr. Joseph prayed incessantly to be forgiven. Then, a flicker of hope. His son's eyes opened slightly. An unspoken agreement at that moment settled between them. They hugged, their tears mingling in hearts overflowing with words that no longer need to be spoken.

And unexpressed love is a burden. It becomes infected like a wound, larger and more painful over time. It poisons relationships, changing affection into resentment and understanding into estrangement. That silence becomes all the more deafening between those we love, creating a space that can never be truly filled.

In the wake of his son's ordeal, Mr. Joseph pledged to do better. He started listening more, talking with kind words, and expressing love openly. He discovered that love was not some showy display of wealth and grandeur, but rather the smaller moments through life, supporting and understanding the ones you care for.

He began to spend more quality time with his son, partaking in activities they both liked. He discovered his son's special talents and learned to nurture his passions. He also tried to emotionally relate to his son, sharing his own thoughts, feelings, and experiences.

As he grew closer to Mr. Joseph, he realized that the best thing his father could give him was his love and support. And so he learns that love cannot be owned, nor can it be controlled, nor does it grasp tightly in possession; rather love is goodness in letting go; it is allowing others to spread their wings and soar.

Here's Mr. Joseph's story, a reminder that it's never too late to right a wrong. His recognition of where he went wrong, his acceptance of personal culpability, and his concerted effort to improve all worked together to help him restore his father-son relationship.

Love is the most powerful thing in the world. It can cure wounds, fix broken hearts and change lives. Be open and honest about your love and you will have a much stronger bond with the people around you We strengthen our relationships, and we share a more loving world.

So let us all endeavor to say I love you more fully. We need to break the barriers that detached us from others. Accept the all benevolent and universal LOVE.