What is life if we don't learn from it?
What is history if there is nothing to remember? Then those moments we say we lived may other words be called wasted years, with nothing to hold onto as memories, no bruises to mark our struggles and no scars that trail our pain. Living life as though we are its keepers, with no worry of how today's actions affect the future. Living in an era where pleasure has replaced responsibility, Then what is happiness and to whom does it run to, does it go to all or does it have a tendency of favoring some. But then what is there to grab in moments of laughter, or is it a cover up to the buried sorrow and pain inside each dark heart.
Then who can define life in its trueness? Who even has an idea of what consist of it, is it the dead or the living? I really can't guess, because the dead view it with regret of past actions while the living live everyday naive of future expectations. May be for both it presents itself in ways far different from each other. For those on their death beds, wishes may be the anthem ruling their thoughts, while the young, dreams, ambitions of climbing on top of the world may cloud them from seeing life in its true colors. Who then has the audacity to define for the rest? Some has tried but hence been disqualified by their uncertainty of the future. For life is not the past and present but greatly our hope for what is a head of us which is hidden by time. And it is through past experiences that sharpen our character which character defines what we truly are.
It is those scenes in life when we made sacrifices for the sake of others, those dark nights of unclear sight, those mysterious silent mornings of seeking lost identity, and common misty moon light nights with no shoulder to lean on. May be it is moments similar to these that we remember the most, when life was far from us to chase and giving up was next to letting go. When our dreams and purpose in life are separated by a Chinese wall so tall we can not see the rising sun. What then is there to keep us going if it is not hope? The confidence that our shutting dreams will tomorrow gain strength they need. That our bitter moments will ferment a better character than that produced in those easy comings. And the promise that the sweat our hard work will yield seeds for the next generation.
Lord knows we are desperate for change, willing to let our guards down to do anything to see those dreams gain a sense of reality without defiling what we have defined as morals to us. Some think it is only high that we have to climb, sometimes it is how low we are willing to dig to reach our pursuit in life? Some occasions it is diving off the Brooklyn bridge deep down if what we are searching for is under waters.
It is courageous people like these who are willing to start low to get high that learn the basics of humility which are far hidden from those who float in the sky. Those who face life at its worst and never let go of hope even when it seems so distant from their understanding. Those like you who believe life is meaningful for something greater and refuse settling for mediocrity
It is the seeking of something better than ourselves that some dare to hope that someday They will discover why in the world they even exist, why they consume the amount of air they do and why their hearts never stop beating. Are we born to live ordinary and be like ordinary persons? The answer can be different around the globe. and won’t get a free answer if we ask it to the masses. Hence am I born to live an ordinary person's life? no, I don’t think, that has never been my dream and will never be. and this I know, that I was born to make change.
life is a mystery that I accept, but I don’t think that hinders me from researching the mystery and don’t think we will live to find the mysterious part of life unless we live it out. and so here I am.
Kiggundu wilson
