One has to admire his tenacity, the clarity of his mission. He is a sentinel whose job is to keep watch. And watch he does. Day after day he returns to the same spot. His commitment is undeniable as he patiently stands guard.
What caused him to be so focused, so devoted? Was the first time they made contact so extraordinary, so enticing that the thought of next time became his obsession?
His giddy enthusiasm for this seemingly futile enterprise causes others to take notice. Some think he’s quite mad. Some say he’s wasting his time. Some mock him and his unrequited passion. He hardly hears them. He is undeterred.
Perhaps he ignores the insults because he knows something they know nothing of, sees something they cannot see. Perhaps he imagines a day when the doubters will be proven wrong, when the object of his longing re-appears.
I wonder if there is anything or anyone that I could be so passionate about, so sure of, that I would endure endless waiting and watching, fend of frequent mocking and do so with great exuberance and joy. That kind of commitment just might require all of my heart, mind, soul and strength.