Hi Reader,
It’s February of a new year that already feels too eventful for a single month.
There are storms of all kinds chopping against the windows. Literal ones, of rain and wind, and metaphorical ones. Political, economic, social, internal… things are cooking at high heat.
It’s funny really. We keep asking what’s happening to humanity in idle conversation as if we aren’t part of that weather. Between emails, while the kettle boils, in Uber cars, and supermarket lines.
I think we are all at a loss, when it comes to reflecting on what it means to be human during a crisis of humans?
The era of “me” promised freedom, yet managed to deliver an additional caveat of exhaustion, mental schizophrenia, and socially accepted narcissism. Now the word we begins to feel urgent again, but also complicated, because how do you join something without disappearing inside it? What do you join? Who do you join?
Maybe the answer isn’t external at all, but an unrestrained, inward honesty instead. An attempt to address the inevitable. A going inward so we don’t meet the world on autopilot, or defence mode, or with overall numbness.
“They say that no matter how much you try to hold on to something, one day it will be all gone. Apart from resentment. That you get to keep.”
— Richard Ayoaye, Afterthoughts.
The question is, do you want to?
