That’s my take on life.

It’s like finding a beautiful old diary in an abandoned house, only to realise…it belonged to someone who died tragically.
It’s like accidentally stumbling on something morbid (say this poem haha), that hopefully, ends up changing your perspective in an oddly fascinating way.
In an oddly, maybe, for the better way. For the experiences you’ve made. For the possibility to reflect. Grateful for the transformation nonetheless.

Serendipitously morbid, that’s my take on the world…and I am starting to think that’s alright.

I AM NOT advocating for a bleak view of life, please DO seek out its joys, for they stay scarce sometimes. What I am advocating for, is the quiet beauty, hidden in moments that ache.

I am advocating, to not too quickly blame ourselves for having those morbid thoughts or for being pessimistic sometimes. That it’s alright to not see the endgame sometimes.

At least that’s what I think. I think acknowledging the constant tension of both extremes and learning to accept the ambivalences of life (in their truest, overwhelming forms) is simply seeing it for what it is.

Seeing it for what it is, in my opinion…is the beauty in finding the will, to want to see it through. The beauty in believing in a higher Power, in love, in happy endings and most of all learning to believe in Yourself.

We are thrown into this world, with no idea whatsoever of; what is to come, how to go about going there or where THERE, even is. The world just continues to run its imperfect course and no one has the script for it.

To be completely honest, I really like having scripts for things.
TIS(-m) the way I have functioned most of my life. So, I too am learning to adapt to the ambivalences of this Serendipitously Morbid life. Learning to revert from the B&W thinking.

Yours in brighter days,
Namib Dusk