Will he ever know
His face was pressed against the glass of the bus window staring out at his future, and I sat in the row of seats behind bewildered with envy that this kid had yet to be scarred by the impermanence of happiness.
The journey home from Derby is always a reflective time for me, which always ends up as a creative outlet.
This particular journey involved retracing the week that had just gone and like any other I evaluated it.
Monday through to Friday seems to go so slowly whilst a part of it, it’s when I have to travel home I realise how quickly time disappears out of a train window looking at Derby station as the train pulls away.
It’s as the end of the platform becomes out of sight that the memories come flooding back and I reflect on how happy or otherwise time they were.
A week is a long time in politics as said by Harold Wilson, is a reflection on life as a whole as well.
I remember thinking back over the last week with a lot of fond memories whilst scrolling through the endless photos I’ve taken during this journey to the end of the week.
The impermanence of happiness for me is highlighted on a moment to moment basis, where the fragility of human nature can cruely deprive you of your own personal joy and elation.
People are all volatile and tempermental creatures who are susceptible to changes in their environment, so in understanding that happiness is not a prolonged or endured feeling is imperative as to not let yourself feel so hurt and wounded when you aren’t feeling at your happiest.
This is something I’ve wanted to discuss for a while and in all honesty don’t really know how to go about writing so I apologise in advance for having to re-read this when I find the words.