Alas, for the earth is broken,
And the world is bent out of shape,
The mighty eats grass,
And the weaklings go hungry.
The young men sit in defeat,
And the women dance in shame,
For what the elders gravely feared,
Was now fulfilled upon all flesh.
Who is he with the understanding of himself,
Or with an indepth knowledge of his power,
For when a prince fails to recognize his place,
Even the bravest of gods can’t help his generations.
Alas, for we are done and gone,
We have lost our path and wandered in the dark,
Our birthright have we traded with our sanity,
And our identity for a rousing ovation.
But I hear the almighty say,
And heard his voice thundered in the clouds,
Woe to the sons of earth,
And woe to the daughters to of the nations.
For I have said, ye are gods,
And have made you kings in your lands,
But without understanding have you lived,
Surely, like mere men will you fall before the crowd.
See Part 1 here
Now if you are reading this at this point, then it is most certain that you are one of three categories. Perhaps you are among those who I have really succeeded in stirring up their curiosity and appetite for the understanding of this problem and to figure out the solution, or perhaps you are among those who have no conviction of what I have been writing, and you are only reading this just to see where it ends. And yes, the third category are those who are neither here nor there, only reading for the fun of it; but then, I must make known one startling truth; the answer, as we should see here, may never truly satisfy our raging curiosity and the answer we get here may never come close to what we hoped for, but surely, it will stand with time.
It’s no telling secret that the dawn of each new day brings with it a bearable burden that stirs up a familiar concern within us as a constant reminder, and in the similitude of a nagging lady, begging us to conjure an answer to the challenge, how can I change the world today? Or more importantly, how can I affect someone’s life today? Well, except you are not thinking or musing over this, then I must be very candid to point out that your problem is quite bigger than what we are delicately trying to uncover here, because the purpose of every life is to affect another, and if for any reason we find ourselves failing to achieve this, then we probably don’t deserve to live.
So I was thinking if I should share this with you now or wait till my book gets published. Well, I guess I have made my decision already.
Here is a summarized piece of a chapter from my book soon to be published; I really hope you will get the book when it is finally out. (Though it is quite lengthy, I tried my best to reduce it as much as I could). Enjoy this one, and please don’t forget to leave a comment. Much love.
Tell me, What is the biggest burden a man can ever place on you? And What can be so scary and so heavy that you dread to take it on your fragile shoulders? Tell me, What can it be?
Take a moment to think.
Every story have got two sides to it, and it is not about which of it is true or false. Every coin have got two different sides to it, and this is not about choosing which side is the head or tail. Every day have got two parts to it, and this is not about the reality of the morning and evening, but in all, it is a question of what you believe.
Don’t get too confused over this because, believe me, life is very simple. And as crazy and unexperienced I may seem right now, the fact is every story has two sides to it, and they are your truth and the other truth. No lies involved.
Okay, let’s see.
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? Continue reading
I search for something I cannot find,
As my heart yearn for someone I cannot have.
Like the Journey from the East to the West,
Though it seem so close, yet it is so far.
Though you be as far as the Sun is from the Earth,
And it may take an eternity to get to you,
One hope that keeps me going,
And the thought that keeps me company is,
Maybe not today or tomorrow,
I will get to you.
I wish you could see me grow,
The way you wanted me to.
I wish you could see me smile,
The way you taught me how to smile.
I miss you talks,
That sounds so childish at first but makes a lot if sense as you continue.
And your voice,
That makes my heart stop like it is falling into me again.
You were something special.