Something In The Air

There is something everywhere

Ramiyah| Black Art

I write after a period of contemplation and restlessness to share, and extend myself in spaces I would rather observe, be an onlooker than attempt anything else. Yet, in parallel lines, this reality consumes all of us, and I hope we can come to the light, and shine as we were always meant to after these lines.

The world is constantly changing and the dimensions are larger and very noticeable in short spans, almost like we as a people are very eager to change skin and shed versions of ourselves without seeking for what our truth might be. There is a greater conundrum, the ease at which we take to the crowd and put our feet in a congestion that is very unclear, driven mostly by the singular fact that the rest of a society approves of it, and desires same things. I hope you can read this without the stains of ego, as it always wrestles with truth and has never found a seat or a place for itself among anything that grows.

If the largely accepted processes have been correct, we would be experiencing very different outcomes in our world today. Yet, the product is flawed, the result is messy and the possibilities remain frightening when you consider what becomes of us as a people on this path.

There is a virus in the air

Gold Bars, Stone Hearts

The real experience of life is paramount beyond anything else, and its relevance is in collection with us being human and fragile while finding and losing. The facts about life cannot be fixed to one entity or idea. The validation, the need to be noticed is now an ideology and way of existing and we rather take pictures of meals than eat them, make videos of cities than feel them, make posts with people than truly be with them. This leaves an empty generation, and a people wondering why the heights of the moments still remain insufficient and with a big gap.

Prerequisites for finding people, and extending ourselves now has nothing to do with the uniqueness of our individualities, but rather, the commonness of status and the reputation of wealth. This I suspect, has its pathology from our search for happiness but the results must indicate something, and it takes our humility to admit that this map that we are identifying with isn’t as fulfilling as we assumed it would be.

We must embrace these truths, before they force their arms around us at the tick of time, too late to hold on to the things really meaningful and true. Even gold remains with nature, and when found has to go through its metamorphosis to come to its shine. We must let ourselves be young with keen eyes, youthful with an open mind, and old as a satisfaction of everything behind us and a life well lived.

Prerequisites for finding people, and extending ourselves now has nothing to do with the uniqueness of our individualities, but rather, the commonness of status and the reputation of wealth. This I suspect, has its pathology from our search for happiness but the results must indicate something, and it takes our humility to admit that this map that we are identifying with isn’t as fulfilling as we assumed it would be.

Love And the Con, Con

Love is discipline and effort, two of the hardest things to come towards. We take the initial high as a true representation of what we deserve, we value its raw and untamed form as its identity, blissful and intoxicating without meaningful effort. We fail to realise that as good as this phase is, it surely fades away, not because there was a lack of love, but because we are emerging into a realm of realism and evolving towards the real nature of love. This form is aligned with positive and negative forces, a maze we must decipher, if we are to come into the love and grow as a people.

The real experience of life is paramount beyond anything else, and its relevance is in collection with us being human and fragile while finding and losing. The fact about life cannot be fixed to one entity or idea. The validation, the need to be noticed is now an ideology and way of existing and we rather take pictures of meals than eat them, make videos of cities than feel them, make posts with people than truly be with them. This leaves an empty generation, and a people wondering why the heights of the moments still remain insufficient and with a big gap.

When the high comes our way, it is usually unplanned, a night at the club, a smile at the pub, a feeling off social media and it arrives when it wants without a knock and sometimes it is ravished in minutes and explodes as a bomb would, but there is an aftermath where our spirits yearn for growth with these newly found moments and people and we mostly fail at this interjection, simply because it requires all the effort and discipline, because it is sober and far from a fairy-tale.

Love is two sides of a coin, it is a yes and a no, it listens and learns, it criticises and accepts, and then it becomes a river, free flowing if we work towards this point. Our escapism at the slight sight of clarity has given love a sense of fragility in our lifetime. Our inability to squash our ego is probably founded in this era of perfection presented to us sublimely and evidently in spheres of the media and society. When the high comes, remember there will be a fade off, a moment to ask real questions and create real plans, express weaknesses and make mutual demands. Prepare for this, because in planning for and accepting this truth we can deal with the shock, and push away mistruths everywhere around us.

Be watchful for inhibitions and instances that seek to make you less of yourself, and numb your ambitions, this is a strange form of dependency and is never love, love is projected from a place of freedom, finding yourself in a collection of your separate wings still on your back. It is so easy to lose several years of your life and yards of your dreams to this poison. If it is not free, it is not love.

I cherish this poem about love by Kahlil Gibran

Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone. Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together. For the pillars of the temple stand apart. And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Heloise Brn

Parents And Sons

It is everywhere, parents struggling to let go, to accept their children have grown beyond their grip, beyond the shores of home, and find ways to trap them in the same spaces. There is a disablement at this, there is a limit to how many questions you can ask from the safety of home. Your map of reality remains intertwined with those of your parents and never far reaching. The safety net is a comfortable space that hides itself for very long periods. Even life demands a jump, an embrace at the winds. Your life remains through the expectation of your fathers and mothers without being your singular self. This is dangerous for youth, where high amounts of evolution must occur.

It is always difficult to make these changes, and so easy to convince ourselves and assume it is all in order. Ask yourself these questions if you fall in this category.

a. Are there expectations that are largely not mine, and I’ve carried only because I’m tied to parents?

b. Do I feel absolutely free to do the things I would want to, with my parents around?

c. Have I truly experienced what life is like out there; do I really know what comes with independence?

Our true answers perhaps might shed the veil, and we will see, just as it is. Our love for parents deepens as we grow older and they do too. Regardless of the trauma they might have caused some of us, there is softness that time brings as it spreads itself on their faces and we see an imposed tenderness in them, somehow it can birth a conflict within and we answer with our presence and time. This is perfectly healthy, to love while they can be loved, to reveal while we have them, but there is the window open with the winds beckoning on us to jump out and live our own lives and it is up to us to find a balance between existing and extending ourselves, this is achievable.

I have written from a place of keen observation, and mistakes that I am still learning to correct as I deal with life and its complexities. My desire to share a bit of myself does not come from a life void of errors, but rather an extension of a few truths I am compelled to express, and hope it meets you in good hands and with an open mind.

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