A Short Piece On Understanding.

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If there is anything these past few days have taught me, it is that one of the biggest problem of humanity is The Lack Of Understanding… (Bear with me on this one)

Every man has a certain amount of knowledge which forms the ground on which they stand and operate with, and whether we like it or not, this amount of knowledge we have acquired molds us into who we are and what we become. It doesn’t matter at first if what we think we know is the complete truth or half a lie, the most important thing is that we believe what we know and are willing to defend it.

But guess what? You are not the only one living on this earth.

What you know is different from what I know. What you believe is the truth is different from what I believe is the truth. The experiences that taught you what you know now may differ from what I have been through, and so the issue for us now is, how then do we find a common ground to interact?

Here enters the problem of understanding. Let’s take this apart in a layman’s way.

To UNDERstand someone, is to STAND UNDER that person. It is as it were, to put yourself under someone else in order for you to look up at (not to) that person. The idea is for you to make yourself see what that person is seeing the way the person sees it. To feel what that person feels in a manner that you can relate to it. It is not as if at this point your own views become totally irrelevant, but this is a deliberate act of you choosing to subject your own views and knowledge to the jury.
So to understand someone is to WILLINGLY choose to see what the person is seeing and how the person sees it at that moment, and it takes a great deal of strength to display this attitude.

So here lies our problem…we are not ready and willing to put ourselves and ideas and knowledge under another person. We can’t imagining bringing ourselves into subjection of another person. We believe what we know is the whole truth, so therefore every other person should fall in line. But if we all live with this notion that we are always completely right, tell me, who then is wrong?

Definitely not me, will be your answer.

 

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Let’s Talk About Perfection.

Let's talk about perfection

Can anyone be perfect?

Let me guess, automatically, your answer is an emphatic NO!!! How dare we say we are perfect, or have the idea that we can be perfect in this world where there are so many reasons and ways to prove that every man is still subjected to his own share of demons and weaknesses? Who are we to place ourselves or dream of comparing our broken image with the status of a God-like personality who is not subjected to our enormous inabilities and glorious shortcomings? Or have we forgotten so soon that we, all of the time, are enslaved by our own passions and desires, that even when we see can clearly recognize that these desires are not as pure as our intents, we labor so dearly to see that we get what we want? How then can we talk about perfection or even dream of the idea of it when we are plighted with these inadequacies?

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The Definition Of A Man. 


​“Tell me, what defines a man”?

Struck like lightning to a key at the base of a kite darting through the wind, the question came at me with such daunting presence, totally eclipsing my thoughts as I sought for, an entire hour, an answer to this puzzling question. In all honesty, I was the one who had initially troubled my mind with such a question, still, I found that providing an answer was almost big a responsibility to bear alone for an hour but then, I needed an answer.

The night was cold and silent, and if it weren’t for the faint sounds I made as I breathed, one would forgiven to think we were camping among the dead.

Just when I thought nothing worthy to be termed an answer would visit, the first one knocked on the door of my mind.

Character.

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It Goes On…….!

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Wow! it’s really been a while since i wrote anything here, i must confess, and while i may have a genuine reason for that, i sincerely apologise for going off the grid just like that.

Well, it really have been crazy and busy these past few days, coupled with me trying to complete my book, which by God’s grace and help, will be published this year, (yes, i said it, I am writing a book, yaaahhh!!!) and other time consuming matters, i must confess, i really do miss this place. And just in case you are reading this, and you are a publisher, or you know a very good publisher, please get in touch with me, I will so love to have a conversation with you.

So, let’s go into what we have for today.

Life doesn’t start with you, neither does it end with you.

Think about this, before you were, there have been, and after you, there will still be. Now this may seem a little bit crazy and scary because we may be tempted to question the value and importance of our existence and ask questions like, ‘Am I really important’? Or ‘Why then was i created’?

Well, the beautiful truth is, You are very important, You are Priceless, You are Valuable, but the worth of your existence can only be measured with what you inspire in others even after you have gone.

Believe me, You won’t be here forever, inasmuch as we wish we could stay even when time is no more, but the hard truth is, at some point, you will leave, everyone will leave, and it doesn’t matter how much we believe we have invested in a place, we all have to leave, and after we have gone, life will still continue.

The question we must begin to ask ourselves is, ‘What do I do with the time i have’?

You may not have the power to control what had been before you, but you do have every opportunity to decide what happens after you are gone. What you do with the limited time you have will determine what is said of you.

Think of it, what will you inspire when you are no more? because you will leave.

The Curse Of Truth: What Is Your Truth? 

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.

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My Thougts In 10 Minutes (Day 4).

It’s been quite a while since i wrote anything, not for lack of what to write or shortage of inspiration, the truth is that i have been lazy to write, and even as i write this, i am not so sure if at the end of this little ‘unsensible’ piece, i will still find the strength to hit the publish button. Well, i do hope i make that decision.

Maybe you are reading this and you are already thinking or saying out loud, “this person is not so serious with writing”, or you may find it funny to hear me say, “writing is my life”, yea, i know, it does sounds like a joke, but truthfully, that’s the truth. winks!

I had a goal for this blog this year, (had, not have) and we are barely gone past the first quarter of the year, but here i find myself thinking if i should make a different goal or try to find a way to achieve this not broken but bent goal.

But thinking about it, there is no big a dream or bright an idea i could think of or have that will come to reality if those little foxes that destroys the vines are not taken care of. I guess all will still amount to me chasing the wind.

I know my problem, or at least two of them, and before now i thought i had them under control, but if the past few weeks have taught me anything, it is that, Our weakness and fears are constantly looking for new ways to overcome us, and if we go to sleep without beating them into submission, we give them the opportunity to overtake us.

And now, i must learn again how to be consistent.

My Fear!

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“What are you afraid of”? A little boy asked me just the other day.

“Nothing”, came my reply almost immediately. I was surprised he had asked.

After taking an inquisitive look at me, to my amazement, he asked, “What do you fear”?

Like sharp needles piercing the nape of my neck, my hair stood: he had asked the right question, and the answer was one I had tried in vain to outrun.

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