I wrote this about a month and a half ago.. sitting on a strip of grass by Victoria Habour in Tsim Sha Tsui. Its a little disjointed, but I've decided to keep it as it was when I wrote it (apart from minor edits)... because its more raw:
Hong Kong, the land of the temporary; And I sit in a little green place by the boundless ocean, surrounded by pointless rusty fences.
I wonder how much longer this place will be here. In London and New Zealand they fill their cities with green spaces. Segregated. Sacrosanct. Why do we not do the same in our lives? Allow 'green spaces' that we leave empty, allowing beauty into our lives, allowing our lives to breathe?
We live in a world in the grip of utalitarianism, where every available inch of space needs to be used... and we lose sight of the value of 'green spaces'.
As a 'Third Culture' my life is far more like Hong Kong than like New Zealand or London.
"Everything is temporary". Even the green spaces.
And so often green spaces are only found in disused areas... hidden somewhere amidst the construction. Waiting for something new to be built on them.
You know, two years from now this green space might not be here. It will definitely not be as deserted as it is right now.
But I am so grateful for its presence at this moment: Home to me amid the construction, by the mighty sea...
So; How do we change the world?
Create Space For God.
When you start again, you have to start somewhere.
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