In the country
There is life.
If you sit quietly, it will slowly reveal itself to you
Life is there!
Urban Chaos challenges it
But it is unable to hear anything above its own din
It asks disdainfully “What does it have to offer me?”
The cafes hum like a hive of bees
It’s patrons watch nature through a wall of glass
Lattes and loose change clink and chatter to themselves
Whilst Graveled footsteps walk the designated paths
And tourists carry prizes from places they’ve been
The dirt stains their white shoes
They wipe it off and grimace
Nature sits and watches them secretly
Keeping its judgments to itself
This is
I wrote this, in a location that was close to home. It is a place that is in the country and relies mainly on tourism, a beautiful place. It was a time when I was being slowly pulled out of the matrix. Everything began to feel false. Everything fast and furious. I observed people coming in from all kinds of places. I watched people ticking off locations to visit, taking the obligatory photo’s and observed that people didn’t seem to be truly enjoying themselves. Rather, they were visiting places to boast about later, drinking wine that they didn’t like drinking, they were standing at the entrance of vineyards rather than walking all the way through them because it was too dirty. I observed disgust and exhaustion, rather than genuine joy, peace or excitement for where they were or what they were experiencing.
It felt like a false life.
Are you living the most authentic life you can?
What brings you absolute joy?
Who brings you the most joy?
Authentic living should bring you absolute peace and joy and enthusiasm for life.
What isn’t bringing you joy and why?
Why are you holding onto what doesn’t bring you satisfaction?
Little Wren 