Theres no sun without a tower

                                                   

When I call for the rain, it is so it can wash the earth, just as tears wash the body.

When I cut the grass, it is so I can watch it grow renewed.

And so it is when I allow myself to feel weak as I cut my hair that I witness the emergence of a new strength that grows along with it.

There can be no sun without a preceding tower.

When trees face difficult times, they conserve their energy, protect themselves, and let their leaves fall, only to bloom and bear fruit when all is well again.

When the earth warms again, the roots, which seem dead, frozen, and paralyzed, return to traveling great distances in search of nutrients.

I swim on my back to contemplate what is above without thinking much about what lies below, even though I know there is no difference between them.

I am a cell living in the belly of the world, yet I see myself as just as unique as the cell residing in my belly—we are one.

Nothing happens by chance; nothing happens by chance.

Everything is perfect; we only waste time searching for what already exists.

Perhaps living is about searching for what we already possess until we understand that we need not search for anything more.

Everything is perfect.

Eyes are not placed on our backs because we are meant to look forward, and I can fight anything, but not nature, for it knows what it is doing.

The familiar path only reminds us that we now know how to walk it. Yet, it will always be a comfortable torment if we still choose it—knowing it always leads to the same place—until we learn to take the detour.

At the crossroads, we sit, wait, and procrastinate as if God would descend to Earth to make our choices for us because we do not want to be responsible for our own choices. But we fail to see that waiting for Him is the choice we already made.

I now let the smoke dwell in my lungs, just as we let pollutants contaminate the Earth. Yet we later create sustainable measures to clean the air, just as I exercise my body to drive the smoke out of me.

Perhaps it is harmful to be human, and perhaps harm needs to exist so that we can find the best in ourselves, for there is no sun without a tower, no sun without a tower.

Thiara Màtos.