The paradox of balance

It’s so strange having to sit and watch people go about their business, while I gaze randomly into the eyes of these strangers. No, I’m not a weirdo or pervert, just one who is ever curious about the complexities of the human mind and the social dynamics of a creature crowned far above others. It’s amazing, one minute these people are engrossed in the unnecessary obligations required of them as social beings, and the next, they are blinded by a preponderant tendency toward mutually assured annihilation. Love and hate in the minds of these lot is like two sides of a coin, a flip in time and situation, a determinant of what side turns up. Education is rife, yet violence is important. Love is a virtue, but hate is easier. The greenery of the gmelina trees contrasts with the red earth almost representative of the difference between these people, yet from this same clay, this same community, does the tree and the individual gain nutrients for their growth, respectively. The laugh of a child behind me and the wind blowing through my low-cut hair bring some kind of comfort, as though there’s no worry in the world. But somehow I know there is. There has to be. It’s on the face of every man and woman walking past — troubles unseen and invisible demons. <a href="https://medium.com/@Khlinton/the-paradox-of-balance-e411eea16687">Website</a>