It's funny. A little over two years ago, like clock work, a life altering event happened, causing me to turn back to writing. Then life happened, and I carried on as I always do, forgetting to keep up my creative habit.
But this time something changed. Suddenly the world doesn't seem so mysterious or full of wonder and inspiration. It's as if all of the questions I've ever asked myself were all answered when I came face to face with actual death.
Two years ago I thought to resurrect this blog because I was creating life. Now life itself has a whole new meaning to me.
On my mundane commute home from work, I unfortunately witnessed a young man, minutes after a motorcycle accident. I saw the officer kneel down and unfold a tiny blue towel, it seemed that was all anybody had at that moment, and cover this mans face. His arms laid strewn out on the road. It was odd, I could not look away, no matter how badly I wanted to. I didn't know it was possible for arms to look so lifeless. Now those arms will forever be burned into my memory like a lingering camera flash.
I'm sure many people have come face to face with death, in whatever circumstance, and have come to question our existence as a whole. For me, my everyday activities now seem pointless, boring, or frustrating.
Living for likes, trends, and middle class standards seem like a waste of something so precious and so beautiful. I thought I was awake to the world around me. But I couldn't have been more naïve.
"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." – Le Petit Prince
simply maddie 