You and everything

Her blood pounds in her veins rhythmically as unreserved passion overwhelmed her. 'There's no substitute for true knowledge' but love in her could make Jesus cry yet it had hunted her, always would hunt her just as she'd whine.

She's a scholar, a graduate from medical school yet ignorant of the fact that a scholar is committed to building on knowledge that others have gathered, correcting it, confirming and enlarging it.

She has found faith in her Curriculum vitae, her curves as an enchanting lady and seductive stare yet doesn't know that life isn't about a goal that one persues but a calling one hears from within only when one is vigilant enough to listen.

No wonder they say 'Where vigilance was avoided; darkness appeared at once' but There's glimmers of hope for her because life's freely given and it comes with a smile to tame our hearts.

I mean these moments of loneliness, back to back days of hard times and strong memories. Memories of ones mistakes, flaws and deepest secrets which will forever remain a scar somewhere beneath our skin.

But for now, all she sees in the mirror is her thoughts: the fount of action, life and manifestation. Sometimes ago, in a journal she had picked on her way home although savaged in dust and muds of the rain. The owner had scripted boldly beside the middle page "A free man is he who has conquered fear and has put away all selfish thoughts".

Sometimes she succeeds with the actions she portrays; most times she fails like a drunk in a bar fight yet failure or success bridges no difference in a state of mind because it's clear like a HD lens how necessary it is to make ones speech a little more better than silence.

Her mates look successful flaunting Dior and Givenchy. Her friends barely spend a weekend in Africa but beautiful and serene places in Asia, Europe and locals she has never heard before yet the words of her late father won't stop hunting her conscience whispering "Real success is success with self. It's not having things but taking charge and mastery over the flesh and emotions, having victory over self".

Before he died, that night he had sneaked into her room to watch her sleep although he didn't know she was pretending to be sleeping. He brushed his hand through her hair then moaned, "That which awaits us is not what we seek".

She could hear fear and disappointment from his voice and it hurt her so much why her mother had left her dad to be this miserable and lonely. But as days turned into months which transformed into years, it suddenly became clear that holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else when you're burning already.

She has seen that it isn't you against everything but you and everything. She has learnt from the hazy eyes of her lonely father that everyday is an opportunity for a new life.

She had seen through the lens of betrayer and greed that everyday, one stands at the tipping point of ones life and any day or moment, one can change the future through the way one feels.

Then she reminisces the words of an aged friend, "None of us knows how long we shall live but all that will be left of us is the pride our children feels when they speak our names" and this sits well with her spirit saying the exact words of Victor. E. Frankl, "live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you're about to act now".

Now the veil is revealed, you'll always be one decision away from a totally different life but for now, face it. Enjoy life with an open heart knowing it will always be about you and everything. Thanks..