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On Seeking and Parallel Universe…s
What you seek is seeking you.
— Rumi
I woke up this morning to a tweet sent to me by a beloved sister-friend, who knows of my penchant for things weird science.
I also woke up this morning in a lull, contemplating on how I was going to start the day with energy that I was not yet feeling. I thought of how, I’d switched off my alarm — exactly 53 minutes ago — thus, annulling my recent resolution to be up by 7.00, ready to start my day with meditation, writing, and a keen determination to brighten up myself from within the midst of my plenty, plenty, plenty dark thoughts.
Instead, I’d succumbed (again) to the need to keep my eyes closed, my body asleep, and me far away from what feels like the harsh reality of ‘a cruel world’ — for as much time as is humanely possible.
And so, this is the dull mood in which I decided to reach for my phone, as a form of distraction from yet another day in this Accra reality, which I’ve been resisting at many levels.
It’s a reality that feels all sorts of wrong, considering how much I want something else — somewhere else.
It’s a reality that I’ve turned into some kind of suffering, due to my own mind playing tricks on me, with incessant chatter about an autonomous — and it feels unreachable — future out…
