Red lights have gotten a bad rap. So has getting locked out of your house, or car. Or getting a flat at 1:20am in the morning, when you happened to loan you brother your jack the week before, and..well..having to walk 6 miles to your house, in a light drizzle…with dress shoes…
Highway drivers can be so insensitive.
Inconvenience has the potential to be underutilized. Its the art of disruption that flies under our radars ability to appreciate the moments that are still, arduous, and dare I say even painful. The kinds that demand of us the kind of contemplation that comes only through long weary walks down roads we have always speed past…going somewhere quickly…A life lived at 90 miles and hour.
These inconvenient moments slap us out of our hysteria. Grabbing our attention…shocked and wide eyed we focus in on what matters.
“They” told us stop signs compromised our inner sense of rebellion. That’s why the kids sprayed paint over them, and shot at them with paint filled balls of suburbia styled revolution. But the revolution for today’s age may not be as sexy.
No raging fires or wailing sirens.
No service announcements to interrupt a regularly televised dinner.
And definitely no t-shirts with hammered fist or blood red logos to certify your allegiance to the cause.
But just the still small turning of your soul, amidst your crucible. This revolution is an invisible genetic alteration. Open for newness. As still as a cool summer night pregnant with possibilities beneath a star dust peppered blackness. And you… below, flat on your back, forced to look up.
The situations in our lives right now that are slowing us down, confining us to reclined seats of sickness and pain; these can be the thrones where new kingdoms are formed. These are the barriers, motes, and enemy affronts that flatten our backs and butts against the walls of life, jagged edges and all, and slowing us to a humble crawl. But don’t we need the foreshadowing of life’s finiteness? Aren’t these the very moments, where the seeds of truth are waiting, embryonic…and waiting to be born?
Anyhow….let these words be hands around your shoulders…or if you’re a guy, and that makes you uncomfortable…let these pixels remind you that you are not alone, and that it’s ok to be still and know…
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. – Friedrich Nietzsche
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Written by Veron Graham
Topics: Creativity, Philosophy