Maturity

What truly matters in the end?

Everything…
Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

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Everything comes around

Life in a way is like a carousel, a merry-go-round
Everything comes around,
Although it isn’t always merry in the true sense of the word
Still our circumstances are a thread of unheeded events, and unfinished businesses
And the unwanted sprouts of an unattended garden
Like a neglected wound, the pain and the resulting infection will force you to care
Like the unresolved issue that comes knocking at your door years later
It is also the beautiful reward,
Like a booming winery following the undaunted effort of grooming a vineyard
Life gives us what we put in, there are no jackpots, no lottery tickets, no shortcuts
And those who win will always begin with a mind to finish whatever comes their way
Life rewards the fearless; not the fugitive, not the deserter, or the runaway

A Pursuit of Purpose

Standing at the center of nowhere
With eyes on a target that only the mind can see
Sniffing out a lingering scent only the heart can smell
From a place the feet has never been yet the soul recognizes
A path never before traveled yet so familiar
I follow an intimate trail from my future
My senses, I find, are perfectly au courant with my trackway
Knowing where to turn and how not to swing
What bliss, even the dead-ends are a Godsend
Then the night comes, when physical sight fails me
Nevertheless, I am guarded along the path of purpose
Steadily and steadfastly, I listen for that still small voice

The shameful thing about silence

Like we often say, “Silence is the best answer for a fool”
When in actual sense silence makes you look like the fool
And because this fact is rarely untrue
We have found ourselves in intelligent debates
That mostly hang our opponents out to dry
We shrug our shoulders, feeling accomplished
Sucking up our pride and smacking our lips
Completely subdued by the notion that silence isn’t always the best answer
That our tongue lashing opponent isn’t always the fool
So each time we would swap places, and give the opponent a new title – we make him the victim of our feigned muteness
Whilst becoming the fool ourselves

Good Advice

That friend of yours is an anchor, cut him lose!
You are moving forward and he will do anything to keep you where you are
You are too blind to see it because you are not yet ready for change
He is dragging you down and he isn’t going to stop until he succeeds
And when he does succeed which he  most certainly would,
It wouldn’t be because he was stronger or smarter
However, it would be because of two things;
One, you tied a rope around your waist and made him hold the other end
Two, you didn’t cut him lose when you had the chance
No one has the permission to make you prisoner unless you let them

Days of our lives

We are each on a journey
A reality seldom remembered
Especially when we’re swamped carousing
Overdone with chasing a living, sometimes trapped
Between gratifying the present or sacrificing the future

Yet this sail is less a cruise than it is a voyage
We are on an expedition to the core of our existence
A quest for meaning and purpose
Where our greatest discovery would be ourselves
To justify the end by graceful means

Where our days demonstrate devotion
Bearing on our backs only that which matters
Allegiance and brotherhood,
Where our nights are guarded by kindred spirits
And our dawns break with the warmth of great expectations

Subtle Bargains

Say good morning
Instead of just walking by,
It pays better than being blind or invisible

Say thank you
Instead of blabbing,
It pays better than being obnoxious or arrogant

Say hello
Instead of sitting aloof,
It pays better than being a stranger or unsociable

Say I missed you
Instead of asking too many questions,
It pays better than being critical or skeptical

Say I love you
Instead of talking gibberish,
It pays better than to burn or lose

Legacy

Of all the things I will like to be remembered by
Wisdom surpasses them all
An infinite flow of crystal soundness
Just a simple thought
That life is beautiful
And that it must be lived fully
With sheer wonder and with grace
That weakness is no sin
So long as it doesn’t become an excuse, cancerous
That strength isn’t redemption
Nonetheless it is a badge of honor
That true victory lies in overcoming one’s fear
Just as our true enemy isn’t the mortal next door
Rather it is a stealth darkness lurking within us
That in our greatest fear lies our greatest power
And that being our ability to not only love, but
Also be consumed by love in complete surrender
And it is this reality that weakens us
The knowledge of our inevitable vulnerability
Being our ability to surpass our humanity
A certitude that cripples us with great fear
And mangles our human capacity beyond reparation
So that rather than becoming superior beings we turn less human
We surrender to fear instead of love
We are subdued by darkness when we could be absorbed by light
Yet we are powerful beyond measure
Immortals dwelling in mortal suits
This is sound wisdom
This is what I would like to remembered by
That in the end, I overcame my fears

Reversed Metamorphosis

Everything in nature seems to grow from the bottom up
Humans however tend to have it backwards
We are born with 100% neural capacity
Completely oblivious yet absolutely and totally intelligent
As we begin to grow and interact
Science says we become self-aware
And it is that self-awareness that endangers us
As children we believe nothing is impossible
Then as adult we term all forms of belief as ridiculousness
We grow up learning and assimilating like a sponge absorbs water
Yet we develop deteriorating, short-circuited and stereotyped
We are born superior begins but we mature into mere mortals
When a seed is planted, it sprouts, blossoms then lives on until cut down
Humans on the other hand are content with sprouting only
No bloom, no extravaganza, no immortality
When a human is born, his mortal suit grows
While his neural capacity deteriorates
Science says we only use less than 10% of our brain capacity
And most of it is developed between ages 1-6 years
In other words, soon after we are born we begin to die
In spite of our current advancements
The only thing that seems to have grown are our brains
Not our abilities let alone our supernatural abilities
We are content being mere mortals
We wow ourselves with conquering the highest mountains
When in fact we should be moving them — literally
We delude ourselves with advancement
When in actual sense we are inverted and receding

SOMEONE SOMEWHERE LOVES YOU IN SPITE OF IT ALL

“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.”― Deb Caletti


The most memorable people in your life will be the ones who loved you when you weren’t very loveable.  Pay attention to who these people are in your life, and love them back, even when they aren’t acting lovable. – Mark & Angel

Today I want you to think about your life and see if there are any such people as mentioned in the quote above. Perhaps you can already count a couple and a faint smile is beginning to curve the corners of your lips.

I will like to try and bring to you attention a few people you may not consider as part of your list. Yet they are there, loving you helplessly and hopelessly. You probably don’t see them often or notice them enough to know how madly in love they are with you.

I am talking about your little niece and your little nephew, who literally worship the ground you walk on. They are hysterical and nuts whenever you are around and wont let you see the light of day because they want to tell you about the newest video game their dad has just downloaded for them.

I am talking about your loving siblings, the ones you constantly fight tooth and nail with every other week. There has never been a decent phone conversation between you guys. They are either pestering your life with their needs or with their presence. Visiting you when it is most inconvenient and you can’t wait for them to leave so you have your space back.

I am talking about your beloved dad, the one whose calls you  always avoide and the one with whom the best line of conversation was always about the stock exchange and how you won’t be staying home longer than a couple of days.

I am talking about your loving mother. The one you constantly send money to but never have any real conversation with and the only time you ring her phone is to tell her how sorry you are that you can’t be home for Christmas, yet again.

It is easy to loose sight of what matters especially when they are people very close to us, sometimes we go through many phases without speaking to members of our family. And it becomes normal because we believe the subtle lie that family is more of a burden than a joy. That family is far from perfect. Well, isn’t everyone else?

Today I want to remind you about the people who probably love you the dearest. I hope this is true for you. And if it is, begin to take deliberate action and start caring more for your family. They are the people who love you even when you aren’t lovable. Remember to return to the favor…


“I don’t care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching–they are your family.”― Jim Butcher

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