Ask yourself but one question: does it matter?
Everyone around me was having this great big conversation with god, or a version of their god, but I was sat there, half reclining, half lying, looking up at the birds, the clouds and beyond those the stars, thinking does it matter? How many other people are staring at these..
…magnificent cloud formations, the shapes reminiscent of
Norway’s kinking coastal outline.
The gulls were soaring mid-flight, high, coasting on the invisible
waves of the wind. It was magnificent. They could hear the call of
their feathered friends, could survey their kingdom beneath me.
I didn’t admit it out there by myself but I was trapped, not by faith but by chance, by accepting a job at a place I knew I hated.
So each and every break-time I head outside, go to see the wildlife, the clouds, the sun whose light streaks across the sky and I think, It could be worse. It could be better.