(Dubai. City Hospital. Sometime past 2 a.m)
“Victory over others might bring us satisfaction. But victory over ourselves certainly brings us joy.” anon
That one get’s him thinking. ‘12 and ‘13 have been bunker years. No quarrel. A holding pattern for a reluctant member of the wait-and-see generation. Sobered up by the anxiety of his world that could no longer keep up with itself. Cobbled by natures most cruellest mistake.
But he can’t help sensing a change on the horizon. A taming of his collective beasts, and some much-needed time and space to get out of the way of himself, and look up again.
We live now in a world of versions, updates, channels, platforms, likes, shares, doubts, hopes and cultural misdirection. Floored and blinded daily by our technology and feverish multi-tasking. Shovelled up and tuned back in by our hopes and dreams; the dazzling architecture of our individuality.
So if those that innovate to be heard continue to thrive in the jungle, then ‘14 will be a time for looking up, clearing throats and singing freely in the key of life. Again.
I’ll get through this.