PARADOX

I find myself, huddled in a shroud at the shared camp fire of the human blues, and I wonder, with that combination of weariness and honesty thats especially revealing, whether we are not only as good as the worst of ourselves. There are those rare, dark spirals in which were all bad all the time, almost as if out of existential spite or inconsolable sorrow, but for the most part, we put on a good face, work hard, and wander bravely into the unknown with our familiar packs of wolves and friends. However, under the hopes and dreams and efforts, there are coiled terrors and threats whose tyranny we still live under. What might it mean to free this energy, to know our own origins, to liberate our unconscious from itself? But, is this another fantasy a dj vu of a waking dream? I think that what we desire, perhaps most of all, is to be met by life with all its divinity, vitality, and force. But to do so, we must surrender. And to surrender, we must face what we are afraid of seeing our own intuition that shows us a tired man, a heartbroken woman, an inner child, a family of love, and a path into a pathless land.

By Sofiya Hyder