Othering life

This thing called life. 

We can be born into a war zone, be that outside or inside the house, or both.

We can be bullied mercilessly. 

Broken by caste. Race. Hate.

It can feel like life is against us. Constantly. Relentlessly. 

Our beginning, middle and story can be brutal. 

Othering life, making it the bad guy, is akin to othering air. 

Life is agnostic. 

It is. 

Only when we realise, often after being broken down one thousand times, that life is, and we have the power to choose how we respond, do we find our freedom.

Some are born to ease. Others to agony. 

Happiness is not dependent on either.

This is the alchemy of living. To find the precious in the small and love in the moments.

Life is not the other, seeking to break you. Life is the field where you and I choose how we play.

Photo Taken December 28th 2024, Article written December 29th 2024