THAT AWKWARD MOMENT

THAT AWKWARD MOMENT…..

                You know that awkward feeling when you know you are not feeling well, but you don’t know what to do. You can’t talk to anybody because you don’t even know how to explain yourself. You cant even say exactly what you are suffering from. It is a sickness not caused by any disease or virus; it is a sickness your heart binds. A sickness tough enough for your heart to bear.

                I have seen so many people who are too strong to hold back this sickness and never let any other person know what they are suffering from; but I have convinced myself to believe that this is no strength. Sometimes you have to let it out. Express that feeling in whatever way that you wish to express it in, so far it wouldn’t be detrimental to your fellow man. You can cry your heart out, crying is no sign of weakness, it rather washes your soul to see clearer. It wets your heart in other to generate the fruits of the spirit.

                The Creator is wonderful don’t you think so? The nature heals. It is no doubt that the world we live in has so many things that can help us heal our broken selves. We can take a walk in the evening, watch the dawn, ad mire the moon, look through the rain, watch the birds flying, etc. There so many things in this life that we can look up to. Always remember that you have to let it out unless it will kill you within.

The will to evil and the will to good Re  both within you, which will thou employ?
Thou knows what is right and what is wrong, which will thou love and foster? Which destroy?
Thou art the chooser of thy thoughts and deeds; thou art the maker of thine inward state; the power is thine to be what thou will be; thou builds truth and love, or lies and hate. -JAMES ALLEN

COLOUR OF LIFE.

  I saw a movie based on the tragic events of life, and I started to wonder if they actually happen. I noticied that I haven't even seen a part of life. I realised that there are so many other aspects of life hidden from me.
  I started to wonder what life is really made of. here i stand, complaining of so many things that happen to us yet there are other people who suffer worst than we do and yet they may not even have the hope of a brighter tomorrow. here we stand talking about the evils that happen to us wereas there are others who suffer more evil than we do.
  In the light of blessedness, we judge others according to our own principles and people flaw because they are not able to reach our expectation of them. people break us because they do things we dont want them to do.
  Our story are different. our lives cant be thesame no matter what. our patterns can never be thesame bcause we want different things. friends, if you want to live as you would wish to, then follow people according to their own principles, dont make them do things your own way because they themsleves have their lives to live.

There was a man......

There was this lonely sojourner, who never for once believed that giving up was an option. He moved from place to place, trying to find the best place he would develop himself. For years he walked and walked without any destination in mind.
   One certain day, as he came by another village, he met an old but shabby looking man who said to him "son what is it all about, I have seen you pass through this village for the second time in three years" he was surprised. This lone man thought he was coming to this village for the first time. The old man saw the impression on his face and asked once more "what is it that you seek?" Now the old man has come to the point he thought. "Am an ambitious man, am looking for the best place where I can succeed." He old man chuckled and said "best place for success? Son success stories never had wonderful beginnings. Go back home and start from there." That was not the answer this lone man wanted but it was the first time in ten years he asked himself "since I began this journey, what have achieved and what effort have I given to success other than complaining that I havent found that wonderful place." He bowed his head and went back home. On reaching home he saw before his door an opportunity to succeed in life. He realised that the opportunity had been there long before he left, just that he was blind to see it. BY HIS HOUSE LAY A GARDEN OF WILD ROSE, A VINE YARD, AN ORCHARD AND A VAST MEASURE OF LAND. See the opportunities before you, success must begin from toiling. It is never easy.