We Being What We are…..

The sense of urgency within the voice of revolution in pages that age with prospects of our own bearings and visions to become the better people we strive to be. We live so much of our life with no identity of our own; we camouflage our thoughts to blend away from the suggestive individuality we are. Our ability to survive is the suitable notion of struggle and adaptation.

To some faith is the receptive gesture of comfort to what an addict would only call random ease in time. You’ll hope when least exist and transit to persist amidst strangers. Along we try our best and chest among us the spirit of communal strength.

Why do we live? Is there any way in our lives to reason our efforts with the time spent doing what we do every day to survive? We all grow up with goals and dreams, I want to be this and that, but time only tells us otherwise. As a little kid excited with almost anything life seem huge from every angle not just the bicycle or the toy soldier they got you one Christmas your parents got excited over a bottle of wine one night. They say kids are the most innocent people, I say their innocence is not short of any curiosity that we all seem to lose with age to become only ignorant. No matter how tall we get for our pants, one thing only takes us down to that bundle of joy and the glow energy in those globe eyes, that one day it all began. Yes, you know what I am talking about. The day you first went to school, kiss you first girl, or for most of us just do anything without anybody’s consent. We all kind stupid on that first day though. I mean how many of us ate their lunch boxes at home the first week when they started primary school or stay in their offices on first job to pretend they are preoccupied to avoid that bond. The lesson here is not to cave in back into our little holes and grow our faces hairy, no; no it is a humane symbol of adaptation. We are the greatest being to defy time and the odds and still live to tell. That is just profound.

Talking about lessons, they are learnt every time when we think we are on our best guard of cautions and conscious acts, somehow mistakes feels like GPS guidance when the storm is over and you have found the correct route. Something you don’t find when you try to be a perfectionist at heart and manifestations that undermine the true nature of learning.

Turning...

The meaning of it all and the random events in the eventuality, how often to embrace the spark of warmth that in each day we all can be able to wake up to with just you in my face. Knowing that it all begins with the simple samples and temples of transition we await the coming of age with anticipation. Good exist with evil, darkness amongst shades when we disappear for comfort, all too well for natural order.

Peace? Peace is when you sleep your thoughts so deep that the only dream you cherish is the free breath of solace within the space of empty existence. Dying so much hard being habitual orientations of our lives we strive on with technicality- my courage my own age.