Hazel Joanne
Heritage, Survival and Coexistence
Here my eyes were open.
Here my heart was full.
Here abundance and dearth were appreciated.
Fragility was accepted and embraced.
And although strength was still rewarded,
both could thrive and both could die.
The creatures lived in symbiosis.
A common understanding stood out.
A realisation of what was necessary.
For one of our species so far removed, I was probably as close to my ancestral beginnings as I'd ever be.
Scared and humbled. Displaced, but home. Vigilant in the calm. Distrusting, yet open. An understanding of what we've lost began to dawn. The importance of diversity apparent for the survival of all, not one. A need to work together, to coexist. A need to endure adversity, to not take the path of least resistance, to not protect ourselves in an empty world, but to strive to maintain a world brimming and rich.
Where I'd travelled from was a depleated concrete distopia.
A comfortable, insular existence of misery.
No struggle to survive, no appreciation of plenitude and ease.
We are lost and remiss to learn from our mistakes.
We must show willing to sacrifice for progress.
We must refind equilibrium and passage back to a more natural existence.