Life…
why does it sound so empty?
Why does it look so bleak?
Why so scary?
So demoralizing?
So black
so Vain
why is life so void of life?
I don’t know ‘bout you but if I were briefed earlier-on on what life looks like and how it’s going to look like; for me I know I’m a brilliant one, so I’d request a manual or something to lead me through it.
Don’t you dare mention the Bible, because if you do, you’re going to have to mention the Qu’aran, the Mamon and whatever guide other beliefs use. Forgive me for my bluntness but they’re all books written by someone, through the influence of someone or something and not for just one person. I could have requested something written by the creator Himself, can only be read, processed and understood by me; customized that I know how to find what I need even when it’s unexplainable. Something that beeps when I must have forgotten it because of the unfairness or over-fairness of LIFE.
My user-guide to Living my life
Life is something, but life is anything, but life is everything, but…life is no-thing.
Life is someone you can count on but someone that counts you off just once and you can never either forgive or forget.
Life is something you keep living until it leaves and you’re a goner.
If you take something out of life, you’re the victor. If life takes something from you, you become the victim.
When you make something out of life, it becomes meaningful but if life makes something out of you, hmm… YOU BECOME MEANINGLESS.
Life is only for the brave…
Have you ever wondered why life accepts both the brave and the fearful into himself?
You already know their end from the moment you receive them but you go ahead to let them into you and you into them and give them their first sensation that they cry out in confusion.
You see, the first thing life offers is confusion to a poor soul that couldn’t make a choice of where to be.
(Look at me…)
I lie on my bed like old clothing, hands under my head, gazing at some tapings on my ceiling, seeing everything but seeing nothing, knowing everything but in essence knowing nothing.
I go places, visit cultures and traditions, meet people of all class and society, view the world from the angles of depression and the angles of elevation all in my mind but I still come back from those places and my smile is snuffed out in a second.
I look at my part in this movie called life, everyone on location is staring at me, the director, with the left hand across the chest and the right hand supporting the jaw and one leg crossed on the other, pins his eyes on me. There’s no script in my hands and nobody is saying anything sensible…
They say jump but nothing’s coming, some say slide, some say ‘say something’, some say scream, some say run, everything I hear is a mess in my head, all talking and faster by the second until it becomes a wheezing sound and then I hear nothing except two voices. One, I think might be the director’s, whispers with a gentleness that soothes my inner turmoil, ‘LIVE’. The other like the cameraman’s with a conviction and confidence that makes me want to listen to him; says, ‘LEAVE’. I’m drenched in my own heat, it’s dripping into my eyes, even the hair on my head is drenched, my palms are balled into fists. I dare not make a wrong move. I’m afraid of not making any move at all either.
Life is on the move, faster than the speed of light and I’m on a pause. The good thing is, it’s not a stop yet.
I know Mr. Depression, Mr. Misery, Mr. Fear, Mrs. Lust, Mrs. Hopelessness, Mrs. Addiction, Miss Confusion, Mrs. Tired, Mr. finished and everyone of them. They’ve always lived around the block. I’ve seen them all in this fleeting moment, I interviewed life.
When you control life – You are great.
When life controls you – You are strong.
(Chuckles) you may not understand it, I know life. I do understand.
The black side of life – You want to neither see nor be a part of.
The good side of life – is never good enough.
The user-guide could have made so many things possible and even some possible things now impossible.
But Life would have been doomed.
Now pretend this is your user-guide and nothing else is written in it except…
Do not Leave Life…
Do not forget to Breathe…
Just Breathe Beiby…
Breathe…
I only shared my user-guide with you because I’m the only one that came with one.
Life is so meaningful and it’s too much meaning that rendered it meaningless…
Life isn’t fair at all
BUT…
Life is Good
Only Breathe…
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