When the World Goes Quiet

by Gian Sardar

We shouldn’t be thankful we’ve survived; we should be angry we’ve not lived.

But the need to be right—to insist you are right—has caused more problems in the world than actually being wrong.

And if we tie ourselves to the start of a problem, we never get to the end. Who cares why it started? We’re not there anymore.

And she smiles, and thinks once more of how much depends on not just who tells the story, but on when the story starts, because life is layered upon life, and nothing is simple. Fluctuations and faults and lies that are a kindness. Green that is not grass and blue that is not sky.