Lord of the Rings is one among my most favourite books. These lines written to Frodo by Gandalf keep haunting me.
‘All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost…’
But many a time, those who wander are lost, maybe not in the physical sense. The past, the present and the future are not in their places. The mind wanders and moves from one place to the other without recognizing where it is. Many a time when I see my young friends who cannot speak or understand what is happening around them, I wonder whether their mind is wandering about helplessly or do they have a concept of what a mind is. We will never know. It is such a helpless situation for those around them. Then there are those people who are unable to control their minds due to so many problems which may not be of their making. They understand their mind is wandering but are helpless as so much of what is happening is beyond their control. They must be feeling so helpless. Some time ago I came across this very touching poem by someone who has Alzheimers.
PLEASE SPEAK TO ME
“Hi, it is okay if you stop and speak to me,
I can’t talk anymore,
But I can still see.
So it is ok to stop and say hello-
I can hear you, but
I may not know.
What is it you are saying to me.
The words, they get all mixed up these days.
And the tears make it hard to see,
But don’t be afraid, to stop and talk anyway.
it is only me.”