Not Another Boring Day….

The bed is so comfy, the dread of the office, you might even pick up a cold, everyone is complaining of the virus, another one does it’s rounds. You pull the covers a little higher, it’s safe in there, and warm, the thought of cold water on your face, the shock of it, is there anything better to do, and don’t forget the mouthwash, nay, I’d rather stay in bed and have a few beers, reflect on the times I was young and brave, and there was a cause to fight for, those were the days. The clock buzzes, the repeat alarm, who invented such a thing, same as adds on the TV, thank god for the world that allows us watch TV without having to digest the adds. The media influence is slipping and the people are finding their voice, amen.

The rules, you can’t eat this, and that is bad for you too, seems like you will have to dump the contents of the fridge again, third time in a month. Too much money perhaps, and no common sense, your thinking all the time while under the duvet. You recall that movie, the guy takes out the friends Ferrari, Ferris someone or other, you remember, it was a few years ago, the stuff you remember, it was years ago, still you recall, not so bad, your testing the old grey matter, nothing wrong with it. Time to call in a sickie, one less in the office, temporary staff will get a call, someone will eat an unexpected lunch, even better, a child will get an unexpected treat, courtesy to your non arrival at work, ever see it like that, possibly not, you know now, so what are you waiting for.

Stuff you used to do, and still want to, the mornings under the duvet. You are not getting up for work you say, the words you used long ago when the pillow was not empty, the damn rules and the fear it spreads. Impressionism wasn’t painting in the fifteenth century, but it was many years later, and possibly the most sought after art there is today, everything changes. You grab the duvet and smile, you are still willing to risk it, and it feels good.

Solomon sighed, I will have to get a regular job one day, but today I’m going to be me. The rules, even Jesus had to put up with the jibes, well, he was stealing the power of the so called rulers of the day, so they imagined, well he wasn’t, it was just an awful lot easier when you say it as it is, and stop the acting as so many of them did, in order to secure their jobs and the power they held. A reminder to everyone, you can change it any given day, and once you understand that and think how others feel, the world around you brightens up, and all despair just leaves you, you just have to imagine it.

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Edwin Chota

Edwin Chota,

the AshaninKa people,

Jose isidrio tendetza antun,

the leaders murdered,

for more palm oil!,

the Shuar people,

the indigenous people of south America,

the latest victims,

 

amen.