There's a grey cloud over Grahamstown this morning. Right in the mix with a beautiful sunny sky. It had me in awe for a minute as I wondered how and why sunny clouds could exist in the midst of such grey sombreness, My ever imaginative mind immediately started paralleling this with our existence. With life. Our generation to be more specific.
Our lives are a mass of sunny skies that exist in the midst of grey pungent filth. We are an acutely hybrid generation. I'm even tempted to call us a nonsense generation, but that would take away a lot from the beauty that could be found in our dramatic chaos and dark moments of derailed consciousness.
There's beauty in the chaotic clamour of life.
And all this I hypothesised after taking the time to walk outside at 7am this morning and looking up at the sky. A hybrid sky.
I know not why we exist. I may not even enjoy the depressing holes I constantly find myself in. But only when we know severity of the cold can we truly enjoy the warmth of the sun and hold on to those moments so they can entertain us when the grey clouds inevitably consume us.
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