A wise man once said to me “accept the reality that is because arguing with it is just wasting time“.
I pondered on it over a cup of cinnamon mocha with marshmallows in a hidden coffee shop at the back of Well St, whilst sipping on the taste of heaven I saw two school girls, at 9:35pm and they were walking the streets of Hackney with pride and ease. One had made a boob tube out of her school shirt, wearing pop socks and knee high skirt, the other wearing the uniform as its supposed to.
In my mind I wondered if their parents knew where they were, I also wondered why two opposite appearances could walk the street together and be so free.
In judging a book by its cover, with the cover looking so obvious to
what you perceive the truth to be, I for a second thought about the
girl confidently flaunting her temple. Could it be that she was
expressing herself or that she was intentionally luring male attention to herself whilst her friend deflected it.
They both walked passed the window, with their piercing eyes
translating a different story. I continued to sip on heaven, the taste
of the cream resembled what I wanted life to be like, smooth, the
slight bitter taste of the coffee resembled my current equilibrium,
black, bitter yet strong, the marshmallows represented the sweet
things in my life, laughter and good food.
My eyes fixated on my reflection and my mind escaped me to a place I hadn’t been in a while. I remembered being judged on the way I looked. They used to say I was dark, but berries were my favourite fruits so I got sweeter every time the sun kissed me, for a while that was and still is my reality.
I swallowed my last swig of mocha then stepped out the shop and into a world outside of me, I strolled to my comfortable place only to see the two school girls standing at my door. They were a projection of my past. Allowing me to feed into stereotypes and inadequacy, thinking a particular way of life was easier and better because of attention gained. Yet the real thing I was seeking is in the daily bread.
By the time warmth caressed me in my box room they had disappeared into thin air. Loneliness greeted me once again and I pondered on what that wise man said to me. He said “accept the reality that is because arguing with it is just wasting time“. Like a chime it tuned my system long enough for sleep to take me. Nowadays I use that as a template to teach me, not to argue with reality but to change it and tailor it to my future. Realising to affect change you cannot change the now arguing by with it.
Our lives are filled with possibilities that we cannot imagine, but due to current mental state and experiences we become stagnant in that our visions. Reality is that our minds feed our soul, so becoming
fruitful won’t happen if we are stuck in a one dimensional mind state.
We have to keep it moving!!!
By Ola The Poet