when life was slower. When a day lasted twice as long as it does these days. When there was time to plan the future and it seemed as if far-off dates would never arrive. When some days, although good, were fairly inconsequential... unremarkable...
Life is unrecognisable when compared to what it was, and I don't think it really has anything to do with where I'm located on the globe. Issues of life and death which were once too huge and too far-removed to be tackled, push their way into the comfortable routine of existence, stepping on the toes of the familiar figures in everyday life. Death is not something to be faced one day, it is a constant companion to those who are alive. Where there is life, there's the promise of death. It's the old two-sided coin; night and day; main course and dessert. One inevitably goes with the other: they are inseparable, although who knows which is which? The challenge now is to accommodate this truth within the confines of a 'normal' life. To be neither too hedonistic nor morbid as a result, yet achieve a degree of awareness. To keep plodding through a story that we are only permitted to know a tiny part of: the gap between the end and the epilogue, which is devoid of words.
Yet again, there is much to tell, but now is not the time to tell it. I will squish a little update in here, however:
I'm in Sri Lanka! It's rather incredible.
More on that later, I'm all typed out.
Be well, and if you're not, be honest. Let's look after each other in any way we can.
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