Metanoia

The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas towards the sun, The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. At dawn mothers hurry on school runs, boys to men work so they can earn and live laboured hours marinated with material hopes. Heavy Industry, hard grind, low pay and long hours all to fulfil a dream of a better life or destination holiday. Some other people suffer the hunger for basic necessitates whilst others gorge themselves on all simple pleasures towards nothing. It can be barely morning and massive shipping tankers streak the ocean like oil in tears. The real birth of 259 little humans a minute. In the next 60 seconds, your blood will lap around your body thrice over, you will blink 15-20 times, 4 earthquakes of magnitude 2 or greater will shake this pale culturally colonised world caught in a sunbeam as 114 people will decide to move to a new home. Somewhere else where it is dark, colours are loud and the food textured, people will drink, fuck, fight, sleep, the cycle will repeat as a lone child reads slowly under candlelight and with peace as the turns on itself into dusk.

All this writing isn’t an attempt to hold hostage these instants of becoming in words. All this life, raw and bloody and full of saliva, happens again and again implicitly without trying too hard. As it all happens and changes the next moment, being born anew means existing through everything without holding onto things as they were.

You may listen to other voices, by choice or without consent. Over the past year, you have attempted again and again, from dawn to dusk, to separate and come to terms with a different voice in more intense bursts every week.

Now, you are tuning down that powerfully pathetic, persuasive and debilitating voice and turning your attention to another. One more honest, persuasive and eager to service you with fresh hope again and again into the future. If not now, then tomorrow and every other tomorrow it will choose the best for you if you accept its truth. You will be more than you ever were.

In the morning you start anew and are born again. The world will continue moving, and so will you.