Every day

Every day, same story, familiar sounds and common grounds only on different days, wondering when that routine will be broken by a more exciting adventure.

Every day, sleeping with questions of how tomorrow is going to be different from yesterday but with less control giving way for time to be the judge. 

Every day, contemplating on how different life would have been if I had played the right card.

Every day, memorizing lines thinking they would fly me up to heights of indisputable intellectual pride.

Every day, raising my expectations higher than the eagles nest, and not at any moment settling for lesser values than those that represent who I am.

Every day, holding on to self-proclaimed dreams of defeating tomorrow’s struggles with today’s determination.

Every day, going to bed with night mares that elude me from the fur long generated confidence of finally being me.

Every day, falling down subdued and over powered by small sin that leaves me volatile, vulnerable and desperate for the saving grace.

Every day, sustaining hope with ambitious delights that comes with the rising sun from the east.

Every day, life is full of light and shadows; it’s like the hills I see from my window, green and beautiful under the sun but hostile and dangerous in the dark of the night. Yet comforted by the promise of a new bright morning.

Every day, preparing myself for the worst, that may arise from self-negligence or ill hardheartedness from the opposition, lest I be taken in surprise.

Every day, forcing the mind to accept that life is full of mysterious encounters, whose questions cannot be explained and understood by the living.

Every day, taking on risky challenges that mount to breathe taking consequences, heart breaking but at the end life consolidating.

Every day, when lifelessness falls on me, misery becomes me anthem, and regret forms a heavy weight, I will not fall, I will not forget, but will remember those days of endless laughter.

Every day, discovering that humanity is more prone to light than darkness and that at pressing of the right button at the right time, every human soul can be overcome by light ever enduring in them.

Every day, believing that human beings will always have that special beautiful ability to rise from the ashes of their shame and un reconciled past, taking on new journeys to pursue new and fresh dreams that seem hidden, and that at the count of 1 2 3 4 5, I will regain the confidence to pursue and live those dreams that seem entangled in lashes of imperfect luck.

In Christ alone

                        Kiggundu Wilson