Portrait shot on the streets of Lamu – April 2017
8th October 2017
Some todays are like freshly baked buttery cinnamon rolls; pleasant to the senses. The orchestra of glazed crispy dough, melted cinnamon sugar and raisins as they swirl in your mouth is all so perfect. On those today’s; you bask in love and light; and you wish those todays would last forever.
Some todays are like Thorn Melon; cultivated in the depths of Hades. You have no time to savor nor describe their taste and texture. The faster they end, the better. My todays the past week were the latter. Long, stressful, tiring, unpleasant.
On days like those, I like to reflect on the tragedy that is life and its different todays. I have lived through a lot of those todays. Todays that were batshit crazy and you felt like calling it quits there and then. Todays that made my skin crawl with fear. Todays that were so empty and desolate; all I did was lie down, looking at the crème ceiling, counting minute after excruciating minute; my mind a blank white space.
I have learnt; on those todays; to trust that sunnier todays will come. It’s all the process of life. Storm and Sun. Life and death.
I am learning to live with the todays that come my way; however tragic; however beautiful. They are my todays and I must embrace them. And when the todays become unbearable; I must remember tomorrow. The night shall pass, and soon, morning shall come.