NOT FRAGILE LIKE A FLOWER, FRAGILE LIKE A BOMB | ‘MOVING ON’ BY KATE TAYLOR

By • On Health And Wellbeing


“I can shake off everything as I write; my sor­rows dis­ap­pear, my cour­age is reborn ” (Anne Frank). This quote means a lot to me. It rep­res­ents all that writ­ing gives to me. When I write, my prob­lems dis­ap­pear. It gives to me solace and peace. It allows my past trau­mas to dis­sip­ate. That is the beauty of using writ­ing as a mech­an­ism to move on.

As I am writ­ing this, by the ocean on the south coast, vis­it­ing my twin sis­ter, vape in one hand, cof­fee by my side, and my trusty keyboard.

The last two edi­tions of my column have focused on change and loss. Now I have noth­ing to focus on but to write
about Mov­ing On in this series. The losses, as I wrote before, that we endure in life are neces­sary in order to grow.
An example is the Brit­ish rap­per Bugsy Malone who nearly died after a road acci­dent. He fought to save his body and mind. And mov­ing for­ward, with a lot of determ­in­a­tion, he hung on by a thread.

Equally, Eminem came through with Not Afraid, mov­ing from addic­tion into recov­ery. He had two options, and he took the dif­fi­cult but inspir­ing path.
Like Bugsy Malone, in his album b. Inspired gives out the call and the chal­lenge: If I can make it, so can you. The losses we incur in life are a neces­sary hurdle, that we have to face the pain for from these breaks, we hurt, some­times adam­antly so, but we must patiently wait for these obstacles in order to move for­ward. Some don’t make it, death, over­doses, sui­cide. I have seen some ter­rible losses in my time and all I have been able to do is pick myself up, grieve, and keep mov­ing on.
Sea­sons here and music con­verge. The wind and seagulls, con­trast against the deaf­en­ing sound of silence. As
I write this with the back­ground song of the sea, Silence and noise col­lide, As spring is threatened by sum­mer. Sum­mer threatened by autumn. Then the dreaded time for me. Winter. The sea­sons cir­cu­late, time changes. But it is Winter that besieges me.

Mov­ing on, who knows the answer to that inde­term­in­ate ques­tion “where do you see your­self in 5 years time”. For me I struggle to tell you where I see myself in 5 days time. Even 5 hours is a conun­drum. All I know is that I live in the present, the past and future are both per­tin­ent to learn from. But too much focus will take away from the now. Col­li­cia song, Addic­tion, shows someone fight­ing for their life and show­ing pure resi­li­ence in the hell that addicts some­time have to walk through. Bugsy Malone refus­ing to die in his hos­pit­al bed. The etern­al fight to move for­ward, the instinct­ive fight for life. Mov­ing on up now! (Prim­al scream) as I am, Star­ing through my rear­view mirror.

The truth in Mov­ing for­ward, in my eyes comes from Akala, ‘Find No Enemy’.“The only way we can ever change any­thing is to look in the mir­ror and find no enemy. The only way we can ever change any­thing is to look in the mir­ror and find no enemy. (Akala )” it speaks volumes and moves us for­wards. The pro­fund­ity in such sim­pli­city is, to me, where the path to free­dom lies.

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