I recently came across the following quotation: “There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.” – Ranata Suzuki
My dear boy, you have suffered great personal loss and trauma. You have been discriminated against, convicted and labelled a murderer without merit, imprisoned, and facing a vindictive appeal that has less to do with justice than personal greed and malice. It has been a dark tunnel indeed, and a heavy price to pay for fame and a catastrophic, fear induced, mistake.
It’s been a struggle too, for those who have had no choice but to watch heavy hearted, as this wretched story has unfolded. Of course, it would be naive to believe that all stories have a happy ending, but is it too much to want to live in a world where compassion and empathy are high ideals to be valued and emulated; and where love overcomes hate, and truth and justice ultimately prevail?
We’re sick of the tunnel too, for therein lies injustice and inhumanity. But to stop caring whether there is a light at the end is not an option, for the light is hope and faith and belief, and to stop caring is to give up on the values and ideals that we hold so dear. Giving up means devaluing the currency of compassion and empathy. Giving up means extinguishing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Oscar, hope is too precious to give up on. There is no easy way through this, but however dark the tunnel, keep your eyes fixed on the light, moving towards it one small step at a time with courage, faith, and the belief that beyond the light, lies something better; a happier, kinder, brighter day. A day when the tunnel is behind you and you have made peace with yourself and life once more.
Easter blessings dear boy.
Love Heather Xx