By Ahmed Latif
To be profoundly broken is to be connected innately to the nerve center of life. It is to fly against the backdrop of a piercingly blue sky and come crashing down as naturally as the rain. The challenge before living creatures, from the dainty forest shrew to the much more complex and more emotionally brittle human, is accept this. Yet to truly emerge from our shell, to interact and see this world for all that it is, we need to do more. We need to love all the little broken daring pieces as much as we love the totality of the world.
Like all forms of love, this love comes with a jagged edge. A love without jagged edges is like drowning in a shallow pond, impractical to say the least and uninspired at worst. The jagged edge in this love of life’s downward slopes is that it can only exist in hindsight. Then again all love is born only to die. Such is the inclusivity of time, it spares nothing, no memory, no trace. And in this we find justice. Maybe not justice, but at least peace; some kind of eccentric utilitarian peace; an improvised zen kind of peace.