Living in this World

The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it

That’s a roundabout quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, years ago. When I first heard it, I thought it a silly quote, but it didn’t take long for it to dawn on me just how true it is.

If we’re not destroying ourselves with toxic gases, we’re either blowing each other up, or shooting one another to death. We’re trying to take what isn’t ours, show our ‘superiority’, claim dominance, declare independence, publicly display our dirty laundry, turn blind eyes or threaten and control the masses with spoken or unspoken words.

In the midst of all this ridiculous chaos, everyday normal folk, folk like you and me, have to live in it and with it. We’re bombarded with all of this doom and gloom day in day out. We’re brainwashed into seeing just how bad it is to actually live in this world.

I think today I started to believe it.

Apparently, in December, we came to within a hair’s breadth of being eradicated out of existence. A massive meteor exploded over one of the oceans, away from prying eyes, but not that away. It has recently been discovered, so someone’s seen it. It was probably deemed unwise to tell us about it before the event; or maybe it was fed out to some of us but not all, and was swallowed up with some other gloomy scenario; or maybe there’s only so much bad news we can constantly be drip-fed.

I said I think today I started to believe it. I then thought again.

The world is a big place. The events we are being bombarded with are small in comparison. Even trivial to take things to the extreme. Next week something else will replace them, equally so important that we must be told about it every five minutes.

It’s no wonder our minds are warping when we’re given the ins and outs of every little detail from one side of the coin, and told not to share or discuss it on the other. Or we aren’t given the full facts, and then allowed to let our minds wander and fill in the gaps. Or we’re told what is right and wrong to think. All subtly, obviously. Major negativity needs to be subtle.

My. My mind has wandered. I blame the headache. In this country, smoking in the workplace is banned. Some of my colleagues think that doesn’t include e-cigarettes, so they smoke them in the office, even though they’ve been told that too is banned. I can’t stand the smell of them. They give me headaches. I mention it. I see blind eyes turn.

Toxic gases. Selfish people. Two sides of the coin. One world.

The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it.

But live in it I must.

I refuse to be swallowed up in the charged quagmire that I’m apparently living in. I focus on the positives I can find, when I can find them. Headache or not. I take myself off to my Place of Peace and Tranquility when I get the chance. I wrap myself in words; in imagination; in colour; in art; in creativity.

Someone negative will say I’m living with my head buried in the sand.

I say to them I’m living in my world. And my world may be flawed, it may be little, it may be confusing, but it’s fantastic. My positives outweigh any negative that is thrown at me. My light grows brighter in my world, and sometimes it’s good to just let it out.

Let it go.

And that goes for the negatives too.

Wordle: Open to Interpretation

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Earth fires the imagination,
From a wave of rainfall
To the silence of a beam of sunlight
Imagination finds the words.
Years can pass in minutes
Writing, sculpting, creating.
Interpretations drape like silky garments
Folding, covering
Bowing to their environment,
Three definitions of many
To describe the art of inspiration

Let Sleeping Dragons Lie

George wandered slowly as a cloud due to the heavy weight on his shoulders, and the hefty flag the heavy weight was holding aloft. George was certain the old stone bridge they were crossing creaked and groaned, when George suddenly realised there was something beneath.

“Steady, boy!” Heavyweight reassured, as George whinnied nervously. “There’s nothing down there only snow!” George shook his head from side to side. “A few more steps and we’re across, into the safety of the Grand Kingdom.”

George suddenly reared up onto his back legs as a large scaly tail swished at speed from the side of the bridge, whipping the cobbled road before them. Heavyweight toppled from the saddle, and crashed unceremoniously to the ground, breaking the staff of the flag in two.

The tail swished again, this time knocking the flag part of the staff over the side of the bridge.

“That’s one angry snake!” Heavyweight declared, scrambling to get back upon George, only to realise his victory banner was now gone. He adjusted his helmet, and pondered trying to retrieve the flag. “A snake that size can keep the banner!” he declared without further hesitation, thinking what a pity it was that it had got the best end of the stick, and wishing that he had a ladder so he could at least have tried to get it back.

Without further thinking, Heavyweight clutched at his short stick, unsnagged his cape from the horse’s harness, clambered back into the saddle , readjusted his helmet, and was knocked back to the ground by the swishing tail.

George turned to look at Heavyweight, but as his leg was caught in the stirrup he dragged Heavyweight around across the icy stone cobbles.

“Woah, boy!” Heavyweight whimpered, looking directly at George, who was a gift from his sister Princess Grace of the Grand Kingdom. George opened his mouth, which caused Heavyweight to wince. “We need to get that tooth seen to, boy!” He said, still hanging off the stirrup.

The tail swished once more, and that was it for George. Making a rod for his own back, he galloped off the bridge at breakneck speeds.

“Woah,boy!” Screamed Heavyweight, his head bobbing along the ground, protected, luckily, by his helmet. George came to a stop at Small Mercy brook, a hop and a jump away from the bridge, which Heavyweight was grateful for. He untangled himself, dusted himself down to make him look once again like the Prince he should be. He discarded the staff as it was no longer of any use to him.

He patted George’s nose.

“I’ll keep quiet about this one, boy,” Heavyweight was trying to be helpful again. “No-one will believe me there’s a snake that size living under the bridge anyway. You handled that snake very well, George!”

George whinnied once again and rolled his eyes.

It’s Hélène’s ‘What Do You See’ challenge once again… and this week, I see knights of old – or something like that.

Visit the link below to see more interpretations of the picture, expertly selected once again!

Weekly challenge

Puzzle

Today’s theme for Debbie’s One Word Sunday is Puzzle.

Now you may be wondering what on Earth the above photo has to do with such a word… well, that is the question!

One Word Sunday

Visit Debbie’s site (the link is above!) to see more interpretations of the theme… and possibly some far better than my attempt!

The Key to the Light

The key was the light
The light was the key

Pure and bright for those who could see

Lighting the way
Opening doors

Fiery passion that can’t be ignored

The key is the light
The light is the key

Enchanting

Ethereal

And enlightening me.


The more I look, the more I see, but I’ve decided to leave things there for now. This has been posted in response to Hélène’s latest picture prompt at Willow Poetry. The link is below.

Weekly challenge