I remember going to my mum's grave and crying on one of the days I was upset and helpless. I asked why she had left me in a horrible world like this. After crying my heart out I began to realise how peaceful the grave was. It was just me and my thoughts making the most noise there. There was actually peace there; peace in silence and clarity.
Many years later I'm still reminded of that day and I realise the only place we find "absolute" peace is when we are down under.
The world is full of hurdles, and the more we scale over them the better we feel about ourselves as much as it affects our emotional and physical state.
I feel cold, I buy a warm jersey; one problem solved but I have to wash the jersey and take care of it, yet another problem.
The world is made up of a soup of problems, decide what soup you want to partake of, how many sips or gulps you want to take at a time and how cold or hot you want it to be for it never stops.
Live life, learn and enjoy the experiences that come with it; what a beautiful time to be alive.
I was leaving my complex and I saw two people having one of those long hugs. It must have lasted a few seconds but it felt like an hour; I could feel the intensity between them even without the sound effects and dramatization we often get at the movies.
It reminded me of a time I was young and in love. Thinking about it, I feel happy it happened and even though we love people differently there's still room for the heart to love someone as intensely as that (if not more).
The question is, what are the things you love and the more interesting one is whom do you like having around when you do these things? When there's an eureka moment, those times you need to have deep conversations, moments you feel turmoil inside and yearn to be held, and even times when a silly memory needs sharing; who is that person you'd always want to share these moments with?
Those are the things that fill this bucket called life and please don't tell me it's your dog or cat (for obvious reasons) Lol!!!!
Who is that person you'd want to have around you and say "Jeeeez this journey was worth it with you crazy bastard next to me", when your limbs are too tired to remember they belong to you?
When you get your answer, go off and tell him/her how much they mean to you. It's never too much to say, over and over again.
Growing up, I’ve always wanted the approval of people which growing into myself made me quickly realize.
I have tried to make sense of life in numeric terms or in a way that makes it obvious that we don’t really have enough time on this planet.
I imagined living a full life until 80 years which seems like a lot but the moment I multiplied that by the number of days in a year, 365 (which makes 29,200) things started becoming interesting and scary.
So let me put it in context, I know people that drive an average of about 30000 km per year, people that earn more than that figure in a week in any currency and people that read texts that add up to over 40000 words in 6 months.
29,200 is such a feeble number & we all have around 29,200 days to live, which isn’t even guaranteed. So imagine that you try to please a unique person every day (from the moment you were born); by the end of your life, you would have tried to please plus-minus 29200 people.
Now imagine the amount of people in the world. Yup, 7 billion.
So you have barely scratched the surface of the world & while doing that, you have also forgotten to find (the most important person); who you are, which is probably the goal that has the highest priority on this earth for any individual.
I could argue that finding oneself may last a lifetime for many people but you can get better odds by not trying to please others in the process.
This is really worth thinking about, so what’s important to you? Pleasing 29200 that don’t really care or finding just one person you have all the access to (yourself); and making the best of the little gift of time that we have?
So what do you mean to you amidst 29200 potentially unique people? Think about it.