In this age of minimalist expression our constricted, teeming minds are too enamored of style and cool to engage fully with reality, let alone aspire to nobility. We are so grateful to be temporarily distracted we rarely complain about the lack of heart or meaning we find in the preponderance of our fast paced society. A society prone to the media conundrum and sound bites crafted for stickiness, clamoring for attention in a crowded market place.
So I seek a moment of solace and silence, an escape from reality. A quiet moment – potent, almost magical. A moment meant for my modern malaise, stolen from the eerie silence before the crack of dawn or late at night when the world takes a transitory break before it lunges back into the feverent fluffy that tomorrow promises.
In this moment of solace thoughts emerge directly from the depths of my warm soul escaping from the fast track rings of life’s demands. Profound musing burst forth from jousting with the world to buy freedom from the cynicism and confusion that are so imbedded in the fabric of my contemporary existence. In my silent moment the message is loud and clear.
In solace I find clarity, a profound philosophy that coaxes and encourages the best of me – love, understanding, courage. I find a full appreciation for the gift of life, and wisdom to not only know myself but to act on what I’ve learnt rather than proceed with a semi-slumbrous lockstep through that most precious element… time.
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