It’s that unmistakable swell of jubilation, like a wave just before it curls and crumbles.
It’s odd to experience winter in the middle of June. It will always be a month I cannot help but associate with warmth and summer. Before leaving for work this morning I wrapped my scarf around my neck, slipped my mittens in my pocket and grabbed my umbrella. I stood at the front door, peering […]
Romantic love has been advertised in the same way as pharmaceutical drug commercials; when an attractive couple runs in slow motion down a sun-setting beach and a male commentator with a smooth voice starts proclaiming all the ways this ‘drug’ will improve your life. Then at the very end of the commercial in a very quiet, rushed whisper he admits the side-effects may include heart failure and imminent death. But we were too distracted by this image of perfection to allow the words “heart failure and imminent death” to resonate.
Life is not always as joyous as our social media profiles may make it seem. And although this is obviously not a new realization, I do think it’s easy to forget that people are struggling when we’re constantly bombarded with images of the opposite.
In a way, we’re all out there doing our fieldwork on ourselves, bearing the elements and finding clues to piece ourselves together.
It feels like my mind is a wild horse that is being whipped into shape by a violent owner. So I sit in my stable and dream of a that time when I ran free in open fields, galloping fiercely alongside other wild horses who made me feel like there was a different way to live this life. A life that tasted of freedom, adventure and spontaneity.