Everyday you expect someone to show up saying they need you. That you have to come save the world. Or at least be a part of it. And everyday they don’t. But you can’t let that disappointment set the pace for the day. There’s a lot to be done.
Survival on your own takes work. Not just to live, but to remain alive. We’re not meant to be solitary creatures. Even if we dream of it, and yearn for a certain amount of silence or solitude. We need to communicate. It’s partly why I talk to my plants. They seem to like it, so I don’t have a reason to not talk to them.
You don’t so much give up on the world wanting you. It’s more you get into a rhythm that works for you. Wake up, do some chores, eat, tend to some tasks, make preparations, eat, get set for bed. There are of course times when things are bit slower and you can do what you fancy.
But the life of exile is one about not looking to the past. What sends us here is not always so simple. Not everything we do is a crime, sometimes it’s a duty.
Today’s art is courtesy of Constantine Marin from Balti, Moldova.