Day 74 Ruminating And Writing

Malice

This world of ours is made from dust and bones. It’s made of malice and greed. It’s made of all the pain and sorrow. It doesn’t have to be. None of us wants it, yet here they stay, robbing away the happiness that could exist. It’s the twisted thinking that we can’t escape. It’s the cities we build. It’s the systems we feed.

It saddens me to see what we have created at the expense of this wonder that exists by pure chance.

Smile

She sat next to the screen, waving her hand and smiling at the stranger. Their money bought her all the nice things — the clothes, the cars, the bags, cosmetics — all of that made her who she was. She had perfected her smile. It was pleasing. It was disarming. It was soft and sweet. It was kindness and connection the strangers hungered for. That’s why they came back. That’s why she had all that her heart wished for. That’s why she was feeling empty.

The porcelain smile was plastered on her face. It stayed there even when she wanted to cry. Even when she didn’t feel like getting up in bed, it was there, never leaving her.

She had no meaning. She existed purely for others and for things. For all those things. For all those fabrics, the stones, the oils, the metals… None nourishing her. All making her want to scream. But she couldn’t. She had to smile.

Love

All the little things pile up. All those small things you do. I have endured them for years, and I have learned to tolerate them. I have learned to love you for them. Your little idiosyncrasies make you what you are. I love you, my darling.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I have discovered handpan music. It makes me so calm and happy at the same time. So maybe it resonates behind the texts today. The contradiction between the world we live in and who we are, with such a powerful sound that feels like a connection to something else – to the earth and to joy. I wish we all had more time to simply exist rather than just do and fulfill our roles. We are not products. We don’t exist in TV shows and movies. We are all creative, all who matter; we exist in doing and being in nature. I wish the world of ours weren’t like it is. I wish I could stifle the constant craving and hunger I feel inside. That person only disappears when I’m writing or walking in nature. There, I’m at peace with myself.

Thank you for reading my ruminations again! I don’t know if any of them make sense. Have a lovely day ❤