From the union of two souls to the challenges of raising children, from the bustling markets of commerce to the silent prayers for advancement,
The procession of ordinary human things has always included secret rivalries, cousins who don’t talk, lovers who return too late, people who smile in public but curse in private,
The ordinary human things in the procession make it evident that we are not experiencing a novel form of existence but rather savoring the same experience in a whole new different context,
The ordinary human things in life gently yet firmly asking me, “Why do we need to be exceptional to live well?”
The procession of ordinary human things serves as a reminder that what may seem personal is often steeped in historical significance…
“This generation is different,” as if greed, romance, jealousy, spiritual hunger, and reach for more power were just invented last week,
The myth of a new special era is fed by breathless news, by people writing as if humanity has never been this complicated, never been this close to collapsing,
The myth of a new special era overlooks the fact that every century believed it to be the final one, considered itself the center of the universe, revolving around it,
The myth of a new special era but remember, strong people know that history always repeats itself, so they don’t get to be carried away by flattery,
The myth of a new special era so I ask, if they thought they were the peak, and they are gone, what does that say about all of us?…
We have quicker ways to gossip, cleaner ways to sin, and more attractive ways to brag, but our hearts remain tethered to our painfully outdated ways,
The sameness beneath the upgrades shows up when someone grumbles over their lot, when someone schemes for more, when someone quietly wishes yet another would also fail,
The sameness beneath the upgrades is proof that clothes change, tools change, but the human wound still stay in the same old ways to live,
The sameness beneath the upgrades asks, could it be that the work was never to innovate the outside, but to refine what’s on the inside?
The sameness beneath the upgrades, if we don’t undergo an inward transformation, we’re merely repeating history with improved aesthetics…
It has been home to farmers, soldiers, dancers, hypocrites, widows, and it’s always been there, just quietly holding them all in its embrace,
In this patient Earth, we have built monuments to ourselves, only for the rain and vines to swallow them up like mere children’s toys,
In this patient Earth does not panic when we declare, “This is the most important time ever,” because it has heard that speech beyond thousand languages,
In this patient Earth, we are but a stopover, a fleeting breath, a passing season as it will graciously make room for those who will come after us,
In this patient Earth tells me, don’t cling to being unique, cling to be good…
• Every age thinks that it is final
• Humanity repeats what it refuses to heal
• We may be brief, but we are a part of something greater
• The earth remembers what we forget
• Walk humbly through a story that is already in motion
