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Perspective (First World Worries)
A late taxi, slow Wi-Fi and an uncooperative coffee machine can fill the whole horizon when life is comfortable enough.
Perspective (First World Worries)
THE STORY
A late taxi, slow Wi-Fi and an uncooperative coffee machine can fill the whole horizon when life is comfortable enough. The narrator catches himself doing exactly that. The humour also reaches ageing, filtered self-images and the suspicion that ten years from now he will wish he looked as he does today. His grandmother's voice interrupts the complaints with a simpler measure: being alive, healthy and surrounded by people who are safe. Perspective arrives as a change of scale. The inconveniences do not vanish, but they stop crowding out the things he would be devastated to lose.
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Yeah man... whole heap a worry pon di mind Some worry nah worry at all... perspective First world worries pon mi brain Golf tee time late, mi complain Coffee machine waan love again But mi heart still warm, mi soul still sane First world worries every day Mirror tell mi time nah play But if mi family safe an' okay Dat a blessing weh no money cyaan pay Mi phone battery low, mi vex already Wi-Fi slow, mi mood get heavy Uber late, rain start ready Shoes get dirty, mi stress out petty Restaurant full, no reservation Aircon cold but mi want warm vibration Gym too crowded, no motivation Netflix ask mi too much decision Credit card limit almost done Flight delay spoil mi weekend fun Mi jeans too tight, mi waistline run Filter cyaan fix what time done bun But mi granny voice inna mi head say "Pickney, yuh alive, dat a blessin', eh." Mi seh mi old, mi seh mi ugly now Grey hair pop up like "who dat, how?" Skin nah glow like it used to glow But ten year later mi ago beg fi now All di selfie dem waan perfection Compare mi life to illusion section Scroll an' judge mi own reflection Forget seh life nah social projection Some youth waan food, some waan light Some waan peace fi sleep through di night Mi worry 'bout latte foam too tight While nuff man pray fi survive one fight Reality tap pon mi shoulder slow "Bredda, yuh problem small like mosquito." Health over hype, love over fame Time over ego, joy over shame Breath inna chest, sun inna rain Dat a di wealth weh cyaan get chain Health over hype, love over fame If mi people good, mi good same
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