so like, hey canada.
i guess i’m back.
and i guess i’m okay with that.
maybe too okay with that.
after months of restlessness and the thrilling inability to predict each day’s outcome, it both surprises and alarms me that i am here without giving much a damn about what i left behind. now of course i don’t mean that i don’t miss certain faces and that feeling that everyday is important, but while i was gone i think an important lesson was embedded; that each lifetime must have seasons in rotation and the opportunity to learn that each works its own magic through the hands of something bigger than us.
for me, my time at invisible children was a spring. it catered to a time of rejuvenation and growth and now i understand that something new and equally as important is about to ensue. i have absolutely no idea what that looks like - but i’m reassured that things are going to be alright.
on an irrelevant note, i have gotten extremely into books about modern wars and the injustice they often bring to the very places they claim to bring justice to. here is an interesting quote from Collateral Damage by chris hedges and laila al-arian:
"war is the pornography of violence. it has a dark beauty filled with the monstrous and grotesque. the bible calls it ‘the lust of the eye’ and warns believers against it. war allows us to engage in the lusts and passions we keep hidden within the deepest and most private interiors of our fantasy lives. it allows us to destroy not only things and ideas but human beings, and in that moment of wholesale destruction we weild the power of the divine - the power to revoke the charter of someone else’s life."