“About what do you worry?”
“About what is there not to worry?”
I point to the pictures of scars in the landscape from the machines we’ve created in the name of progress.
I point to the grief of a child, estranged from family, friends, food and a future as she sits neglected in a camp the world is too afraid to discuss even at a presidential debate.
I point to the bees that did not survive the winter, huddled together, frozen in time, the only testament to their short lives.
I point to the demonstrators wanting nothing more than for their life to matter.
I point to the report which conclusively states that it was a missile that brought down a passenger plane.
I point to the couple arguing who can only find a solution to their problems in the depth of the liqueur that destroys them.
I point to the fluorescent pool of stagnant water, afraid to know what has caused it.
I point to the mountain of bills that keeps potential and creativity locked inside the vortex of paid labour.
I point to the debris of aspiration, hope and joy.
“But worry is but an expression of compliance.”
I furrow my brow, confused.
An image from the catalogue of my mind emerges. I’m worrying at a maths problem and can’t let it go until the solution magically appears before me. Later in my life I’m alone, have no more than pennies in my pocket and no place to stay. By the end of the day, I have made a new friend who feeds me in exchange for nothing more than conversation, gain a live in job for the summer and a £10 note shuffles at my feet, the breeze capturing its crumpled corners teasing me to catch it first.
In every problem lies a solution.
The furrowed brow becomes uncreased, replaced with the dawn of realisation. Worry doesn’t solve problems. It keeps you complicit in their escalation. But hope is radical. Problems present an opportunity to be great. People can, people do.
Inspired by Calen’s Sandbox Challenge No. 57 (or 2 of the second book): Hmmm that could be a problem.
For a journey of self-discovery, feel free to jump in at any time.
Featured Image: A composite of photos of “Poppies: Wave”. This sculpture is one of two which comprised the “Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red”, an installation that initially showed at the Tower of London.
Poppies: Wave was on display at Yorkshire Sculpture Park, where these images were taken.