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.

Published by Peju-Anike

This site is a small collection of my thoughts, experiences & inspirations. I hope you are inspired and encouraged by my musings. Your thoughts, ideas and interpretations are always welcome. Love Peju-Anike

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