It’s often so easy for us to compartmentalize our emotions
Putting them away in neat little boxes
Storing them in the all too familiar vault of excuses.
I came home tonight after a long night at work with questions
Am I working to live or living to work?
Have I landed on this earth simply to fulfill a purpose or a role that is so easily replaceable?
University fills us with so much hope
Like magically, at the end of the emotional & mentally draining exercise
That all too often strips us of our creativity
We are somehow meant to fit
Fit into a world which has already predestined our role, our place in it
I came home tonight thinking are the trials of this world really sustainable?
Do I have within me strength, faith, a belief that supersedes all of these things?
It’s at times like this when that still small voice calls me home
When my physical world is strained and the knots and bolts of my existence are failing
It is all too often that it is at my weakest point that I remember.
I remember that my existence on this earth is no accident.
We are all bolts, vital pieces of this fractured machine that is the world.
No matter how small or insignificant we see ourselves
We are but a body of water
A seismic wave that could alter the world.