Week 56 - Indecision (without audio)
You are a beautiful mess - Saadadeen & Sulaiman each share a thought from their week
Small Decisions
Small decisions hold a lot of weight.
Whether to initiate a convo with a commuter on the train.
Whether to walk past a mother pushing two kids in a pram, in the sun, on the incline.
Whether to compliment her strength.
Whether to smile at a passer-by.
Whether to pick up a plastic bottle on the platform.
Whether to ask a barista how they are before the order.
Whether to describe their coffee art as beautiful.
Whether to see everyone as interesting beyond measure.
Whether to ask the right questions.
Whether to pray on time.
Whether to take the bins down without being asked.
Whether to respond with curiosity when someone oversteps the mark.
Whether to defend someone’s name.
Whether to defend someone’s character arc.
Whether to pause before speaking.
Whether to pause before the ask.
There’s a lot of weight in small decisions.
I can think of a few that could’ve made things different.
The decision of people to show me mercy.
The decision of people to show me grace.
Discretion loves to dance with destiny.
Time shrinks when disgraced.
Time stretches when massaged.
Yesterday I went to the community centre on Baker Street.
My good friend did some arithmetic.
We have 168 hours in a week.
56 often spent asleep.
60 often spent at work.
20 often spent to eat.
10 often spent in commute.
Another 10 often in the bathroom.
12 sometimes left in our palms.
How we spend our dozen says something.
Where we spend our dozen shapes someone.
The devil is in the detail.
Are small decisions ever trivial?
Don’t Look Down
You are being watched. By a young man. Half your age
He is watching your every move. And word. All your habits laid bare.
Blank Slate ain’t blank no more. You ain’t in Kansas anymore.
You watch what you do now cause it’s bigger than you. It always was & you just didn’t know & you still don’t know & you never will & somedays you have felt that weigh heavy on the soles of your feet
& you trip & fall
& he sees
& he reaches his hand out to help you
This young man. Half your age. he has watched your every move
He has watched you climb & soar & crash
He has watched your wings melt under the warm glow of everything above you
You are a beautiful mess & you do not look up anymore. until one day you do.
and he watches you as you make new wings
beautiful