In the morning of life, we awake with wonder of what the world will look like. We build our fantasy on what we thinks it should be, in our plays we dream of the wonderful and unmatched impart we are here to make.We are full of smiles as we act the part and exchange roles as many times as possible, we look up to the sky with innumerable questions confident that the answers will show up at the twinkling of an eye. Is this not how life suppose to be?. We look at our parent will love that whatever we need will be provided us. we don't even think before we ask, we just ask knowing that it will be given us at least is that not how it suppose to be. We don't care much we only dream and play out the part. We see life as a dream where you can create your own version, where it had enough space for all of us, if you take my space which rarely occurs, I take another. Or is that not how it suppose to be?. Suddenly are woken up from our dreams, our beautify and inspiring dreams. Parents,circumstance and environment knock out that fantasy and knock into our head the said 'reality'.'my dear this the life 'they begin 'it is not easy at all' and the other words of 'advice' follows: things are hard, money don't grow on trees, you have to work very hard to make it, it is not how you think, you have to do it this way or no other and the rest of other chorus, I bet you know the rest of the song.
We sometimes get so submerged in the so called reality and lost the calling oh dreams of ours. The afternoon of life, that long awaited moment where we hope to perfect those our life long rehearsals and acts suddenly arrived un announce to our bewildered and met your unprepared with the whole advices that we had soaked up playing out in our lives. Do we have any choice? We swing with fist held tight into the arena of 'reality' while adding to that advices they, I mean parents, environment and all worth not gave us: o boy e no easy oh, we dey manage, we thank God(wetin we do do).
Success means for us accumulation, grab, grab, my broda time no dey wait for any body o, sidon there dey look.
And then how will evening welcome us? The same way as the afternoon, or as most times harder than the afternoon. Frustration, which comes some time in the afternoon and other times at night brings us to the table of accounting, 'where did the days went?,'where is this thing called reality?' 'Which of this is dream and reality, my childhood's or what they turned me into?' 'What have I become, a human BEING or a human DOING?' Or what Tolstroy said in his book 'what if my whole life had been wrong?'. As Tagore wrote "All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them,as much as possible to express their feelings..." And in another quote said "If life is journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a place which has no end,but which we reached by exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own. The infant is born in the same universe where the adult is ripe......the infant has it own joy(dreams) of life because the world is not a mere road, but a home of which it will have more and more as it grow up in wisdom".
Our dreams are our mission, the morning link the afternoon and the afternoon the evening. So also ours dreams(joy) links up with the world around us moldings us not apart from but integrating our dreams into it and bringing us to the evening of appreciation, thanks and opportunity to hand the batting over. Namastar.In the morning of life, we awake with wonder of what the world will look like. We build our fantasy on what we thinks it should be, in our plays we dream of the wonderful and unmatched impart we are here to make.We are full of smiles as we act the part and exchange roles as many times as possible, we look up to the sky with innumerable questions confident that the answers will show up at the twinkling of an eye. Is this not how life suppose to be?. We look at our parent will love that whatever we need will be provided us. we don't even think before we ask, we just ask knowing that it will be given us at least is that not how it suppose to be. We don't care much we only dream and play out the part. We see life as a dream where you can create your own version, where it had enough space for all of us, if you take my space which rarely occurs, I take another. Or is that not how it suppose to be?. Suddenly are woken up from our dreams, our beautify and inspiring dreams. Parents,circumstance and environment knock out that fantasy and knock into our head the said 'reality'.'my dear this the life 'they begin 'it is not easy at all' and the other words of 'advice' follows: things are hard, money don't grow on trees, you have to work very hard to make it, it is not how you think, you have to do it this way or no other and the rest of other chorus, I bet you know the rest of the song.
We sometimes get so submerged in the so called reality and lost the calling oh dreams of ours. The afternoon of life, that long awaited moment where we hope to perfect those our life long rehearsals and acts suddenly arrived un announce to our bewildered and met your unprepared with the whole advices that we had soaked up playing out in our lives. Do we have any choice? We swing with fist held tight into the arena of 'reality' while adding to that advices they, I mean parents, environment and all worth not gave us: o boy e no easy oh, we dey manage, we thank God(wetin we do do).
Success means for us accumulation, grab, grab, my broda time no dey wait for any body o, sidon there dey look.
And then how will evening welcome us? The same way as the afternoon, or as most times harder than the afternoon. Frustration, which comes some time in the afternoon and other times at night brings us to the table of accounting, 'where did the days went?,'where is this thing called reality?' 'Which of this is dream and reality, my childhood's or what they turned me into?' 'What have I become, a human BEING or a human DOING?' Or what Tolstroy said in his book 'what if my whole life had been wrong?'. As Tagore wrote "All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them,as much as possible to express their feelings..." And in another quote said "If life is journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a place which has no end,but which we reached by exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own. The infant is born in the same universe where the adult is ripe......the infant has it own joy(dreams) of life because the world is not a mere road, but a home of which it will have more and more as it grow up in wisdom".
Our dreams are our mission, the morning link the afternoon and the afternoon the evening. So also ours dreams(joy) links up with the world around us moldings us not apart from but integrating our dreams into it and bringing us to the evening of appreciation, thanks and opportunity to hand the batting over. NamastarIn the morning of life, we awake with wonder of what the world will look like. We build our fantasy on what we thinks it should be, in our plays we dream of the wonderful and unmatched impart we are here to make.We are full of smiles as we act the part and exchange roles as many times as possible, we look up to the sky with innumerable questions confident that the answers will show up at the twinkling of an eye. Is this not how life suppose to be?. We look at our parent will love that whatever we need will be provided us. we don't even think before we ask, we just ask knowing that it will be given us at least is that not how it suppose to be. We don't care much we only dream and play out the part. We see life as a dream where you can create your own version, where it had enough space for all of us, if you take my space which rarely occurs, I take another. Or is that not how it suppose to be?. Suddenly are woken up from our dreams, our beautify and inspiring dreams. Parents,circumstance and environment knock out that fantasy and knock into our head the said 'reality'.'my dear this the life 'they begin 'it is not easy at all' and the other words of 'advice' follows: things are hard, money don't grow on trees, you have to work very hard to make it, it is not how you think, you have to do it this way or no other and the rest of other chorus, I bet you know the rest of the song.
We sometimes get so submerged in the so called reality and lost the calling oh dreams of ours. The afternoon of life, that long awaited moment where we hope to perfect those our life long rehearsals and acts suddenly arrived un announce to our bewildered and met your unprepared with the whole advices that we had soaked up playing out in our lives. Do we have any choice? We swing with fist held tight into the arena of 'reality' while adding to that advices they, I mean parents, environment and all worth not gave us: o boy e no easy oh, we dey manage, we thank God(wetin we do do).
Success means for us accumulation, grab, grab, my broda time no dey wait for any body o, sidon there dey look.
And then how will evening welcome us? The same way as the afternoon, or as most times harder than the afternoon. Frustration, which comes some time in the afternoon and other times at night brings us to the table of accounting, 'where did the days went?,'where is this thing called reality?' 'Which of this is dream and reality, my childhood's or what they turned me into?' 'What have I become, a human BEING or a human DOING?' Or what Tolstroy said in his book 'what if my whole life had been wrong?'. As Tagore wrote "All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them,as much as possible to express their feelings..." And in another quote said "If life is journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a place which has no end,but which we reached by exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own. The infant is born in the same universe where the adult is ripe......the infant has it own joy(dreams) of life because the world is not a mere road, but a home of which it will have more and more as it grow up in wisdom".
Our dreams are our mission, the morning link the afternoon and the afternoon the evening. So also ours dreams(joy) links up with the world around us moldings us not apart from but integrating our dreams into it and bringing us to the evening of appreciation, thanks and opportunity to hand the batting over. Namastar
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