Well, I was cleaning out the last of the boxes from our move to Texas and I came across my old New World Translation.
I stopped and looked at it for a while, leafed through the pages to see the notes, hastily scribbled during some talk or another, little pieces of my life and world... Some of the comments triggering memories of conventions, or relatives, mainly though, triggering feelings of... nothingness.
Nothingness... that is what my time as a witness has boiled down to. Years of my life offered gladly to an organization that I believed would show me, and those whom I loved, the way to a better life where there would be no, "sickness, death or suffering" all meant nothing.
It used to make me mad or sad thinking about these things, but now there is just nothing.
Not even when I think about my Dad. I used to get so upset at having lost him; I'd cry and hope that he'd see the light and leave the organization. Now though, I think I've given up and let him go.
Maybe that is what this feeling of nothingness is... Maybe, to me, it just does not matter anymore. Would I even want them back now after all this time? I have no idea. Would they want me back? I doubt it.
It's the strangest feeling to feel nothing.
BTW the NWT ended up going through the shredder and is headed off to become something more worthwhile...in the recycle bin. Old tax returns and the NWT... yep... it's happier now.
Jean