Afterthought #2: Rituals survive longer than people
Blessing or Warning?
There was a line I cut from yesterday’s piece.
It didn’t belong in the narrative, but it wouldn’t leave me alone:
“Some rituals survive longer than the people who invented them.”
As I wrote about Olek’s last breakfast, I kept thinking about how a man’s fear can turn into a morning routine…
how a memory can be passed down through a gesture…
how a story can reach someone who was never meant to hear it.
Sometimes the smallest habits feel like messages from people we never met.
Sometimes they’re warnings.
Sometimes they’re blessings.
Sometimes—both.
I don’t know which one I inherited.
But I’m still listening.
Man, that hits hard.