sick-and-fix

while clearing the scattered knick knacks strewn across the dinner table, i chanced upon a stack of flyers. these are slotted into our mailbox – most of which are advertisements, flyers, coupons raving of some special deal or discount.

plastered on the front page of one was ‘Build Healthy Homes’ and beneath it, in a smaller font read ‘Stay Healthy’. this was a brochure from a well known franchise. this shop occupied a small space in most of our town’s shopping malls – both in the heartlands and central. curious to see what this was all about, i peeled the corners open into the first page. i was immediately bombarded with medium sized thumbnails of bottled supplements, tablets, clinical packaging with words that sounded medically intellectual. their colours were saturated to enhance it’s appeal. alongside their photos were speech bubbles boasting of discounted offers and savings – marked in bright red to highlight it’s value. amongst them were the common pain-killer prototype, anti inflammatory drugs, muscle relaxants, syrups, nasal decongestants…it was an endless array of stippling products, made visually appealing for consumerism purposes.

my horror was propelled primarily because of the connection i formed between the word ‘healthy’ and the products advertised in this flyer. how could ingesting these products be deemed part of maintaining one’s health? of course, treatment is a necessary course of action when one is taken ill, or develops a condition out of their regular state – but surely there exist treatment methods, unrelated to the quick fix of swallowing a bunch of bitter pills to numb our discomfort.

perhaps what is at stake is simply time. the time it requires for these products to take effect in our systems, is no comparison to that of anything natural. we’d rather take up the offer of what is proven to be effective. what we’re lacking in this, is the patience to sit it out in waiting. we believe we don’t have the time to – after all, there are matters at hand to be resolved, work to be completed, life has to persist; and the abnormality within us (be it a head-cold, a migraine, an ache) is simply deferring and an interference. quickly forming within us, is a cycle of sick-and-fix. we crave for this germy inconvenience to vanish as soon as we please. so, pop and swallow; as we swerve through, over, under, in rash and unconscious movements – seeking avoidance.

 

roots

tumbled dry, and withered into crumpled cards. we once stood, unshaken. our stern roots, intertwined beneath feasible soil. there were of course, areas where the earth had made visible the removal of debris. detriment, welled it’s form into a swollen state of despair. yet, despite this brewing inner turmoil; it chose to silence it’s pain through weariness. her roots, laced into ground; deeper with each trudge, every wedge; a foreign foot, object – implored.

green medicine

Till this day and age, medical science remains a baffling topic. It is mysterious, in ways through which medical miracles and unforeseen tragedies take place everyday. Each time, a young child’s pulse grows quiet to the compelling nature of genetics. A middle aged lady, heaving a world of relief in breath as she receives her results – Her tumor is benign, and the ultrasound shows no immediate risk is imposed as such. People are revived at scenes of supposed passing, bullets are extracted from seemingly unreachable crevasses.

A man, flesh tinted softly with a blue hue, is still breathing. His lungs, expanding and then falling. repeating; this gentle sequence of mellow movement. Every moment, a heartbeat ceases. For that person, their pumping heart has extracted all possibility of co existing within it’s shell.

In that exact moment, a few rooms down the hall – a new life is being held in the hands of a passing stranger. One she will not remember years from now – when she is sitting in warm bath water, wailing for life to release her. A newborn. So bright and shiny, even while covered with blood and motherly guts. A blossoming petal, forming within these dark and sunken mossy grounds. The light we all wanted to see, A glimmer of hope we needed to feel, so much

There are no words, for these medical phenomenons. Surely, there are logical scientific explanations and theories to prove that these aren’t made of mere magic – but simply, science. I choose to believe there is a sort of magic in these happenings. The way things happen, and pass on into our present existence. Sometimes, it’s a bubbling, green kind of magic. Sort of disgust and horror; stewed into my incomprehension of this reality. Life and passing, co existing side by side – sometimes too close to one another.