I have 'family' some of whom I have not seen for a long time. Moments catch me, sometimes once a day, sometimes more often, sometimes less so but always they catch me. I sense a falling through blue sky, the rushing wind racing, contorting and twisting with the passage of time. Yet I do not regret their absence. I cannot control their choices nor manage their outlooks. They are adults and sometimes life is simply life. I have learnt this through living.
In my fifty nine years on this speck of a planet in this unbelievable universe I have learnt frustratingly yet joyously that life is about many things. Holding on and letting go, dancing and sleeping, smiling and tears. We humans are a peculiar breed of organism though having said that we need be careful we don’t over estimate ourselves. We have powers of deduction and reason, and yet, clinical though they might be, they struggle with the tidal waves of emotional bliss and despair that sometimes returns us weeping to the safety of the womb.
We create music, theatre, song and dance. Art in any form, created by anything and anyone, can make us skip a beat and soar to the heavens with joy. We are also an organism struggling with a sense of organic wretchedness. For some detachment rules the soul. We are spread over many lands, connected yet disconnected, caring but indifferent. I have yet to learn how to reconcile these extremes.