ensara's corner

Hello Beautiful People,

I hope you all have been well and have been able to stay healthy and positive during these challenging times. Life is like a river, rarely calm. You should be proud of how far you’ve come and how much you’ve handled. Since school started I’ve been rather busy, but while I’ve done some reflecting I wrote something short and simple. Enjoy! 

While the days of my life slip away to make room for one another without turning their head back, just like that, the sun runs to its destination in space. Immigrant. Even the glaring sun. An immigrant of this cluster. It leaves, every moment, every dawn in the clouds. It has left since the first moment in its primary position. It has always been in the move just like everything else. Just like everyone else. It has been leaving and migrating from its primary location to its destination. 

We are not solid beings. Our cells move and nothing stays unchangeable, nothing stays inalienable. Even objects wear out little by little. The Divine remains Unique! To remind us that living beings are mortals who have come with a permit in this world. So all of us are immigrants. Immigrants in this space, irreversible immigrants. It’s physics. It’s law. Everything is in movement. In our era of a virtual world the immigrant is not just a philosophical notion anymore. 

Being an immigrant today, takes a whole new meaning even more concrete, very palpable, not only sensitive. Globalism, with ideas and priorities, has invited us to move, to change locations. Just like the sun, straight through new horizons and spaces. The human-immigrant on Earth, has gotten multiple forms. Immigration is like a scary path in the foggy forest with tall woods straight and high. Travels, and pulls the human toward the straightforward final destination. He looks. Pushes. Runs. Stops. Pulls back, and once again continues with a burst in momentum. With the chest that beats from the fear mixed with hope, but doesn’t stop, until it reaches the light that will halt him.

The concept of an immigrant can take many forms, many contexts. We are all immigrants here in this temporary world and life. An immigrant is not only the dictionary definition “a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country.” An immigrant is within each and everyone of us, whether it’s our hearts and souls who immigrate, or our physical body, immigration is within us, it’s human nature. 

People who were once in our lives, but aren’t anymore, have immigrated. Our past self has immigrated. People who changed the world but are no longer amongst us, have immigrated. Immigration doesn’t heed how much you like it or not, and whether or not you accept it. It sweeps through all our lives, the planets, and the universe, continuing its cycle of motion and change.

Thank you for reading! Stay safe & healthy! Ensara Sejko