Adrift (2019)
A collection of writing from my time away in Marrakech, December 2019.
The birds that sing in the early evening also dance to the call of prayer. The light which casts shadows is what warms the heart. The city is so vibrant and busy at the centre, with the markets heaving with buyers and sellers. The sun glows the vibrant colours of fruits to quench our thirst. As you walk in the alley-ways outside the centre, the rustling sounds quietened. The air is cool and the sunsets which take place emit a mixture of various blues, greens and ambers. They are magnificent and irreplaceable. Yet something seems amiss. Are we forever lost by reliance upon the past?
I had a slight rush of anxiety and it was only when I looked up into the night sky with the scattered stars that I emerged myself with relief. The beauty the night holds sends you into a state of insignificance. We are so small and I became in awe with the world we are placed in. It completely diminished the worries and turned them into nothing.
Has there always been this angst built inside? Sometimes it feels like there is constant watch and judgement. The world we live in echoes this. Is it a sin to hope and believe in a certain life that forgives? Or do we leave it to our children who have the chance to be better than us? The only place one can be at peace is the vast desert or the deep sea, with our futile attempt to reach the sky.
Adrift (2019)
A collection of writing from my time away in Marrakech, December 2019.
The birds that sing in the early evening also dance to the call of prayer. The light which casts shadows is what warms the heart. The city is so vibrant and busy at the centre, with the markets heaving with buyers and sellers. The sun glows the vibrant colours of fruits to quench our thirst. As you walk in the alley-ways outside the centre, the rustling sounds quietened. The air is cool and the sunsets which take place emit a mixture of various blues, greens and ambers. They are magnificent and irreplaceable. Yet something seems amiss. Are we forever lost by reliance upon the past?
I had a slight rush of anxiety and it was only when I looked up into the night sky with the scattered stars that I emerged myself with relief. The beauty the night holds sends you into a state of insignificance. We are so small and I became in awe with the world we are placed in. It completely diminished the worries and turned them into nothing.
Has there always been this angst built inside? Sometimes it feels like there is constant watch and judgement. The world we live in echoes this. Is it a sin to hope and believe in a certain life that forgives? Or do we leave it to our children who have the chance to be better than us? The only place one can be at peace is the vast desert or the deep sea, with our futile attempt to reach the sky.