the sun still shines the same. its still peaceful and calm outside. birds chirping, kids and parents fetching or being fetched from school. still those lil worries frowning brows. has my kid eaten? did he poop? did she make friends? is she learning or is she slow? how much time do I have before I must get back to work? when is the next deadline? ...

in the recent very recent past, two mornings I have been stunned with the normalcy of the world around me, with the apathy that results from the practical attending to the minute details of a daily routine. life must go on, the living must worry about inconsequential details because for now, we are safe, we are spared the destabilizing effects of world politics.

there are those that don't understand. and then those that don't care enough. also those, who avert themselves from uncomfortable information. and those who wonder, and keep wondering, what is their role in this, in what led to this and where it will go. and those who actually contribute in ways that have real, immediate or long term effects. those who make the situation worse, knowingly or unknowingly, passively or actively, by saying and doing, or by keeping silent. and those of course, who belong to many or all of these categories together. those who shout themselves hoarse, coming out in solidarity with the destabilized, and those amongt these who congratulate themselves for their voices, and as a result award themselves a break from any real action.

and those who have troubled dreams, feel and allow themselves to feel helpless, crave for the golden sun to calm their minds because that's all they can hope for. and wonder if they are using this as an excuse to feign inability to work, on their daily routine, their weekly routine.