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There are times when I find myself in awe of the resilience that humans are capable of demonstrating.
They suffer through so much—agonies of the body, the soul, the heart... they enter, screaming and railing into life and often, they leave the same way.
I once saw a man who lost his wife, his young children—even his dog in a terrible accident. He remained alive for it was not his turn to die, but he was maimed. He could no longer walk, could no longer function without the aid of others. At first, he was angry. He cursed God, cursed the world, cursed the driver—in the end, he cursed himself.
And yet, he survived; he still survives. He dreams of the day that he will rejoin his family, he misses them, longs for them with a fervour that I cannot understand and yet... his life is full. He is...at peace, if not content.
Resilience. Strength. The ability to walk on through life, through rain, through dark and pain—I’m not certain I’d possess the same strength.
Dean Winchester, now there is a being who has endured all manner of tragedy. Lost his mother, lost his father, lost any semblance of a normal childhood, a normal life to a nomadic existence of fighting—I need not tell his story for it is well known. Point is, despite...everything—he’s lived on, saving those that need it, destroying creatures of the dark...
But in the hospital this evening, he told me he couldn’t handle it anymore. He told me he wasn’t strong enough... He believes he’s had enough, thinks he’s reached his threshold and there are those that would agree with him.
His brother for one. My brothers. My sisters—not all but some. Enough of them.
I disagree. I have seen his soul, touched it’s ineffably bright, infinitely precious form... held it shuddering, trembling against myself in the deepest, dankest caverns of the abyss...
I know what he is made of. I know him and I am certain... that he will do what needs to be done.
It’s only a matter of convincing him of that fact.
Castiel agent of God · Wed Aug 19, 2009 @ 07:51am · 0 Comments |
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