Life Goal Paradox

Have you ever had something so good and really exciting that made you want to jump out of your skin and scream to the high heavens, but at the same time it was a catalyst and a fine important recipe for disaster? Perhaps, maybe not all things in life may claim to have both the good, the bad and the ugly qualities at the same time, and very few things can boast of having these devastating qualities in their ranks, but if there is anything so amazing and scary when deep considerations are put into the matter and when the light is shone from another perspective, it is the paradoxical effects of having to set a goal for yourself in life.

My thoughts in 10 minutes – Day 5

Is 10 minutes enough for me to pen down the myriads of raging thoughts that constantly sends my brain into overdrive? Is 10 minutes enough for me to tell a story, not just any story but my story just for one person to know and be inspired? Or will this just be another failed attempt to let the world know what I feel it needs to know? Well, I am here to find out.

Truthfully, when I began the daily routine of writing at least 10 minutes every day, I had no plan to follow, no direction mapped out or the knowledge of the end of this journey; all I had was the excitement of the endless possibilities I was ready to explore with whosoever will have the time to sail with me. I must confess that excitement died on the 3 day of my adventure.

What If Our Words Were Numbered?

Have you ever wondered what it would be like or how it will feel like if you suddenly wake up one day to the reality that you have only a hundred (100) words to use for each day of your life?

Take a moment to think.

And it doesn’t just stop there. At the end of each day, you must give a report to someone of how you made use of the 100 words allocated to you.

Crazy right?!! Yea, I know, but think about it for a moment.

Now, the question is, What Will You Say? 

My Thoughts In 10 Minutes: Day 2.

Does My Past Really Matter? 

Often times, if not all the time, we hear people say to us, “forget about the past, look to the future”, or we hear, “the past is gone, and there is nothing you can do about it but you can determine what happens next” or something like, “the past can’t be rewritten, but the future can be designed” and while all these are true in some sense, we find ourselves, sometimes, fighting with a shadow of our yesterday, and we begin to ask ourselves if the past is really gone.

White Nightmare.

When dreams become a burden 

And passion becomes a curse, 

The kiss of an angel is less desired 

Than the many arrows of the devil. 

What do you do when dreams become a nightmare, 

And the very thing that peirce your soul?  

What do you do when your demons are no where to be found, 

Because even they are afraid of your dream? 

I have no more wars to fight, 

And no more battles to wage, 

Not a thing to hang on to, 

And not a day to look forward to, 

For even my demons do abscond, 

And I am left with nothing to contend with. 

I am imprisoned by my dreams, 

And tormented by my lack of relief, 

I fear not for my now but for my tomorrow, 

For all I have are these white nightmares.