For Writers Island prompt #30 Peerless
Got to admit, my head and heart took a dive when I saw what the prompt was for today. Peerless? What do I know of peerless? So, I stalled around, hemmed and hawed, almost decided not to do this one.
Besides, I have been writing nothing but poetry for weeks now, every single day, and sometimes two poems in one day. My prose skills have probably faded away and need to be polished and practiced before being put out here in public. Had pretty much convinced myself not to bother with any of it.
But, just to be on the safe side, and at least be able to say that I had made some sort of effort, I went to the dictionary. In my mind, peerless was somehow akin to perfection. I was sort of right, but also wrong. It actually means without equal, one of a kind, unmatchable.
But, even though it is sort of related to perfection, yet isn’t, the word itself stumped me. Do I know anyone, anything that is peerless? Just more hemming and hawing, trying to find a way past and beyond the prompt, an escape hatch that would allow me to say, no way can I do this one. I simply can’t.
But, can’t is what we do and say when we won’t. Can’t is absolutely unable, while won’t is a choice being made. Really big difference there. And I was definitely using the one in order to avoid the other. And that is not acceptable (for me, at least). But, that also means I’m still stuck with that word peerless.
Okay, so peerless means that something is one of a kind, has no equal. Is, in fact, unique. Suddenly all of that hemming and hawing has now become humming. What is unique? I am, you are, my sister is, her husband as well, each of my children, and all of my friends, both on and offline. None of them can be replaced, and I would definitely feel the hole where they existed, were I to lose even one of them. And some of them (fingers crossed, all of them), might or would feel the same if I were to become lost, beyond reach.
This past week, I took a very quick trip back to the city where I used to live. Was gone for just over twenty-four hours. Felt the crunch of time and too many people I wanted, needed to see and have contact with. Because each of them is unique, holds that special place inside of me for varied reasons. A blitz of words, faces, memories and feelings, bits of stories exchanged, and arrangements made that couldn’t possibly fit all of them in. And a piercing awareness of the ones that were missed, and were unable to make contact.
Like my oldest granddaughter who is fourteen today. Or a friend who called, left a message that I managed to miss altogether until I had already returned home. These are individuals who can not be replaced by any other. They are peerless. We all are.
Yes, we may share some characteristics, may even be a bit stereotypical in some of our views, opinions, and attitudes, but there is something unique about each of us. There is a bend in our story where we went right, and another might have gone wrong, or just left. And I find that, that bit of difference is usually the draw that attracts me. Pulls me into relationship with that individual.
And that reality, in turn, marks my world as peerless. Unique, and unable to be matched, or equaled by another. I love the fact that life is priceless, and that mine is peerless. Can only hope that yours is the same and brings you as much comfort and satisfaction. We are both without equals and that is perfectly peerless, as well as awesome.