God the Director….

On a monday morning, while I steered the wheel and whisked through with a mellow sound soulfully whispering through my car speakers I was able to reminisce quite further and I start to think of Movies for some reason, Maybe because I watched  one  at the weekend, I start to think of all the various blend of characters how difference is needed for the film to have meaning, Then I start to think about life it self with its various shades of differences, race, culture religion and so on.

I mirrored the whole earth with a movie set, A movie has a director who leads it’s actors and actresses in  a direction  by bringing out the best in order for the messages been portrayed  through the script to flow seamlessly across the audience with some sort of meaning. Then I reflect back to the earth structure , I was thinking why is it the way it is, yes it is because differences gives it meaning.

Imagine we all looked the same, there isn’t short or tall, skinny or fat, pretty or less pretty, white or  black , quiet or loud, strong or fragile, female or male, rich or poor, alcoholic or non alcoholic, christian or muslim. This differences could go on forever We are all here for a reason, we are here to play a part on this big movie set, because picking from my religious book which says that God Knows our beginning and more so our end, with my own understanding this means that he knows if an alcoholic would change before he dies or rather will keep drinking till he eventually intoxicates himself to death with it.

Differences get us talking, differences breaks us and also makes us who we, people argue about which religion is the right and which one is not, I believe if there can be racial and cultural differences then there will be different religion which each of us use as a medium to communicate to the higher power and am sure he acknowledges our efforts. Well this topic is for another day because it can go on forever if I keep talking about it.

Thing happen which gives us something to talk about.

Procastination

The act of procrastinating, pushing things further than it should go, telling yourself you would but you won’t until it is too late, You ever wondered why you wake up in the morning annoyed and stare in the mirror with a funny frown for no reason, It’s merely because you slept with a lot on your mind and you thought it through your sleeping period.

I am also caught up in this cycle of leaving things late which is not always a great thing, you just have to do it on time don’t leave things to lie along for too long because the end result is always tedious to achieve when you have to sort it out on a limited timescale.

2012-2013

A year is an accumulation of period, rolled over with days until its over and starts all over again by transitioning into another start. 2012 is been a year of ups and also downs, but I guess we don’t get stronger  if we never face adversities or experience tribulations, Conquering this problems is what gives us happiness and gets us working harder than ever, so as not to  make the same mistakes.

2012, the year Olympics graced the territory of British soil, an atmosphere filled with joy, celebrations and oneness,  The country couldn’t be any better or much buzzing than it did at this period, 2012  the year when NASA confirmed its robot curiosity landed safely on planet Mars and was fit enough to exploit the red planet successfully, a year when Felix Baumgartner of red-bull jumped from space into earth, what a thrill.also a year Barack Obama was re-elected back into power by the Americans, this shows how far we have come from the days of discriminatory and oppressive mentality.

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Times change inevitably, things start to work out due to constant integration in the practicality of the ideology called multiculturalism. I couldn’t get enough of this year, great  things happened more so bad things surfaced, But hey am still alive today and looking forward into another progressive  new year, God bless the souls of the people that didn’t make it through to the next hurdle, May their perfect soul rest in peace.

I am here to wish everyone all the best in 2013, for those seeking  breakthrough  opportunities, may God make it possible in due time, for those that don’t have nothing, may God use helpful souls to help, for those that have enough may God keep strengthening them.  2012 is packed its bag, welcome home 2013.

 

Live Life or Stay Alive

Let’s start with the well known analogy, we live to die and die to live, if we break it down into sections, its just the mere truth in the simplest term possible.

We are born to live, which means live through life until the end point, it’s a race where you  decide to run, walk or remain stagnant at the starting line. Because at the end point we all die and obviously there isn’t a winner in Death.

You can’t afford to remain stagnant, some say life is to short, well some might live till a pretty old age, but regardless in that duration we have to paint our life with excitement, something worth living for.

When you are young, you are meant to live young and be able to say when I was young, and when you at a family age, you are still meant to create excitement for your family, so in a nutshell excitement continues till we are stuck to the chair like a frozen turkey and can’t move.
But, I approach life with the mentality of, no one is really old, we are as old as we think we are. Things we have to realise is that yesterday can’t be relived, we can only picture yesterday in our memory. At least I want to be able to picture what I can smile about.
More so, you can’t afford to live a monotonous lifestyle, if you find yourself in a situation where by your  zeal of motivation is gone and you are getting ridiculously bored, I would advice not to  be too scared in trying something new.
A dull stagnant life only accumulates frustration, it only taint our smile with moodiness, I am not suggesting you live like a complete arsehole but at least have a bucket list of different things to try out even if it is once in Two months which is 6 exciting things in a year, that is not bad.

If we think about it for people working for instance in a 9-5 job,end up spending   80 percent  of their lives at work, so you have only 20 percent to yourself to live life, come on, will you just be treating your self with work and work, no you will need to enjoy that hard work you have invested with time in your own free time.

You don’t want to go home Friday evening after work  to sleep throughout a weekend and wake up on Monday morning having really done nothing  and repeat the same thing till the year runs out, that will be a pretty boring life. Come on do something different, live bright, live life not just stay alive, occupy it with something interesting.

SatisfAction..

From the deepest confined space of my bedroom, I write my heart out like an artist paints his work to perfection. emotional attachment is not always usual but when you finally get acquainted with someone, you tend not to understand how to react when there is a distortion in that space of unbalanced spectrum.

Disagreements are inevitable but how long will it take before you both depart and not talk to each other anymore or how far does your intolerance go before you both get satisfaction somewhere else. It’s never a steady road when it comes to this thing called commitment, but I guess to be, you will need to cultivate your sense of satisfaction. Satisfaction for the things you have and the ones that surround you.

Some seek attention, while some have too much attention than they bargained for, either way neither of them are satisfied, they want more and they seek less, how crazy is that, well thats just the usual encounter of Life. A wise being once said the secret to happiness is been satisfied, another one said we never miss what we have until we lose it. If you get some form of attention now better embrace it because I can assure you it is still better now than when you die, lay in the grave and you hardly get visited like a castaway.

Less is more,  solve the complexity of this statement, actually its not complex, It just amazes the thought process how it perfectly works or lets say fits almost every situation.

Good Times – 1

It all starts well with great vibrancy, the sound of love strikes hard like a thunder, how better could it be, everyday feels much better, they can’t wait for the day to end, in order to jump blissfully into each others arms like petal of flowers on the bed. Amazing period, the emotions rush enormously in their bodies, every minute is plastered with concrete memories, what a wonderful world, the day and night couldn’t flourish much better. They said it took them back to the 1978 convention, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, moments and moments of passionate intimacy, yet again what a wonderful world.

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They met at a party, put together by a college friend, the night was filled with old friends catching up, they all  discussed about life after graduation, what they all doing , how life is treating them, drinks and food everywhere, the music couldn’t set a better tone for the graceful night, there she was Mrs to be, standing by the window side, frequently looking through, catching a glimpse of the green garden, she was invited by an old friend Emma, she stood out from the crowd, dressed down in a long red silk, wrapped around firmly with good intentions. Her name was Leona, she smiled shyly to funny conversations, her filled glass barely reduced, she didn’t feel really comfortable, the room felt clustered with segregation.

A comfort I suppose she yearned for at that instance, then came David, framed body like it was sculpted, dressed in a tight tee, old Levi’s pair of jeans, Ferragamo brown leather pair of loafers, tapping his cigarette crust confidently against the ash tray, while he sipped dom perignon without a care in the world. both young  and well suited for each other, complementing each others beauty, eye contacts spiraled across the room, without anyone noticing, who to make the first approach was the difficulty, macho David decided to introduce himself regardless, heads turned towards the window direction where Leona stood, “hi my name is David, mine is Leona” ,”nice to meet you, nice to meet you too” the conversations broke loose and the night was a history, contacts exchanged, meetings set, the night couldn’t go to sleep any better, snoring loudly in excitement, good night.

The morning came David went through his diary for her number, Leona waited eagerly with somewhat butterfly excitement, finally the phone rang through, giggles,with flirtatious conversations, complementary words dished across the signals. a meeting at the popular neighborhood cafe confirmed again for the evening in a glance. They couldn’t wait to embrace one another, while they also shared stories about their crazy little past.

The evening came, they met up, having gulped few drinks, they opened up and talked more care-freely, couldn’t keep their eyes off one another, hands was definite, the music sounded better, they decided to help their staggering self to the dance floor, where they danced sensually to the sounds of beautiful Nubia, after an hour of relentless body contact, they shared their first kiss under the deemed mixed light of the dance floor while the night rounded itself up with more kisses.

To Be Continued….