19/12/2017 0 Comments A written reflection on: MundanityYou travel through life as if waiting for a moment - a sudden brightness proving the existence of reality. Stare through a one-way mirror to the ghosts of a space that you reflect within but feel not a part of. Standing at a station you stare numbly across the void of empty tracks to witness others, like you, unseeing on their journey.
Then, one day, crack the mirror is broken, by a single soul that, staring ever-blindly as in any other day, finds your stare. And in a crash of realism the blind are seeing - seeing each other, for the first time. The other looks not only upon your mirrored existence but through the chasm of this blurred realm to see you. Through your bored expression and politely closed posture, into the reality you had thought to be but a dream of childhood. In a moment you are one, connected by the energy that pours from your souls, previously trapped by society. It dances in the air like tropical birds reunited with the wild. Spreading their colourful plumage, they touch this bland world with the light of reality. A reality not wasted in routine; but celebrated in emotion and togetherness. You have found your one. One of many. The one whom ignites the world and brings your soul to dance. But life soon calls to all: Your train will come and so will theirs. And you may simply shrug, as passers-by most often do in this routine existence. You board the train again. And find a seat alone, again. And as, again, you stare out of the window to the repetitive scenery of your existence, you allow just a hint of colour to filter into your daydreams - a remnants of a possible life beyond this route. Or perhaps, one day, you may just follow the dance... [Written sitting on the floor of a busy train.]
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