Cyclone on a bumpy castle | 07.04.2018

Cyclone on a bumpy castle

07.04.2018

London is a foray of experience, people, squirrels and dogs. Cars zipping by left, right and centre. Millions of people walking, talking and working on the go. Police and ambulances passing by every second minute. Lights, reflections and pigeons. Lots and lots of pigeons.

There’s never a dull moment, never not something to be happy about, never not something to be sad about. The constance of chaos is like a cyclone on a bumpy castle, unimaginable until you see it.

It’s what you make of it. On one day you might feel totally overwhelmed, paralysed stumbling through the commotion. And the next you find yourself fitting right into the groove, making every right move, dancing between the million miles per hour commuters, catching every green light and effortlessly daydreaming through the cyclonic flow of city living.

There's a bluntness to it as well. It’s the reflective mirror that doesn’t sugar coat. It churns you, stretches you, and tells it as it is. And just when it gets a little too much, there’s a smile or an unexpected moment of kindness or a kid dancing like no ones watching or just a simple leaf blowing through the air, catching a ray of sunshine here and there, and it brings you back, back to where you are, back to the now, and breath, pause, relax. 

Ultimately London is not a big bad scary wolf, filled with mean people I thought it would be. It’s just another place, filled with individual human beings, all stumbling there way around…walking, talking and working on the go…