In the Wild

When are we ever not plunged in the wild trying to make sense of our surroundings? We are always vulnerable, with choice, not knowing what lies ahead and what will cross our paths.

But we need to take it all in. Feel it out. Listen to how it breathes. Feel small amongst it.

We emerged from a plane crash, you and I, and nothing will be the same. All that can be looked upon is the way forward in whatever direction it may take.

It's the same on the street where you live. Each day you leave the front door. Who says the house will remain standing after you leave? Who says the people you say goodbye to will remain?

Do we know these things?

Do we feel these things?

Because the heartbroken feel them all.

They learn how to live.

They learn how to love.

In the wild.


We always strived for immediacy.

We always wanted to arrive.

How foolish we were to always focus on the outcome.

When all we ever have is a process.