Short story: A parable about healing from past life traumas

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John was a man in his early 70's now, but for all of his life, since his childhood, he had been affected, by a certain traumatic effect, that had happened then, and it had shaped the rest of his life for him ever since. He never expected to ever be over to get past this happening, as it had made him who he was now, an introverted, shyly reserved, and keep-to-your-self, type of a person. When he was 76, though, John met up with a lady, who was also 76, but who had been a psychotherapist, in her working life. She simply said to John. "Do you want to change, and be the man now you never were, or do you want to die later too, as the man that you are right now?" "I want to die a changed, better man," John replied. "Well, go, and feed your sheep," she said, and she left it at that. A cryptic type of a reply indeed, with some religious undertones to it too. John thought about what she had said for the whole rest of that day. We have to pour ourselves into our lives, and not let anything empty us of our inner fountains of love, peace, and joy, for life, and for living it. John had always aspired to be a writer, so now he went out, and he had a book of his previously written short stories, and poems published. After a few years of feeding his own sheep now, John had a second, and a third book, published too, and so, his life was now changed, and he died happily, and contented at 86, with his fourth, and latest book, about to be published now, as well, which became a best seller for him, and it provided income for his wife, who was ten years younger than him, for the rest of her life too. Sometimes, we really do need to feed our own sheep, and not leave them at home in our hearts, undernourished, by the ways that we live our lives. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com John rose to life, and lived the rest of his life, bearing flowers from his previously barren soils, which were not really barren, but he had always thought that they were, until he fed his sheep, and let them loose in his pastures, to add the additional richness to his soils.