Kamna's Blog

We coexist with the colourful civilizations beneath us While we may be above, and tell ourselves we are ahead While we may unlearn the ways we left behind While we may believe what's past is passed Our everyday existence depends on what it brought us We coexist with the souls from the old soil And they trail us and make their way back to our families as our own brood Souls older than ours and the Babies who look like old men are reminders of then We coexist with the comfort of the wisdom that came before us The farmers who only ever dutifully tilled the lands, their only dopamine hit the abundance of the harvest The mothers who only ever delighted in the all-consuming unthanked for labour of childcare The early astronauts who knew the importance of of looking up And the very first archaeologists who knew to uphold what's buried deep down

In a time where the virtue of patience is foresaken for speed Take the time to peel the pomegranate In a world where hard work is shunned and smart work is lauded Relish the opportunity to do it the long way and make mistakes Even if it means sometimes you will be outsmarted In a world where work that's visible is rewarded Do the invisible labour, the long nights, the slow, mindful creation of art that no AI can replicate The final sweetness of your reward will be invaluable In a world where there is no room for faltering Fail as much as you can, and pick yourself up Don't you forget, there are still many pomegranates to peel