Yea..am back! And there is something on my mind to talk about today. I have not had too much time to ponder on it though but I am pretty sure I have had ample time to meditate and stay on the thought enough to want to spill the beans right here, right now.
My guess is as good as yours, I want to attempt to draw a lesson from literally anything around our everyday life. Not that I am going to be giving answers, well, I think God. paid professional counselors, pastors, and/or google does that much better. But I have a knack and a guess that sometimes with or without an answer, we deserve a lesson. A packet of wisdom or knowledge that we directly or indirectly derive from our issues whether good or bad. We just want to know what it has all been for or why things happen the way they did or people acted, felt, spoke, or reasoned the way they did. We want in on anything that suggests or recommends to us that our struggles, pain, losses. successes, and victories has not been for nothing. Things do not just happen, even though accidents do happen especially in life, yet, there is always a cause, a reason why it does, something has to be learned from it.
There has to be something to learn right? There has to be some form of meaning to everything right? Whether what we go through ends well or not, at least we must be able at the end of the day to say that, yes! it was a mistake but i learned something. Yes! it was the right thing to do! And I learned something. A lesson must be gleaned from everything no matter how little or big. A lesson does not have to be the answer you seek but at least it can be your starting point in moving forward and onward. And when seldom the lesson offers a clue to your answer, then you hold all the aces to do right by your experience so far. A lesson gathered ensures that at least in all things, there is something to gain after-all regardless of what might have been lost. You see, a lesson will help restore the right perspective and give a hand in forging the way forward as your mind gains clarity over what just happened.
Here am I, staring in your face and strolling freely on your mind because you gave me a hand to hop in and join you in your present journey, well, you are stuck with me here, and I only have one question to ask you now and always, WHAT CAN YOU LEARN FROM THIS?
Alright for today, the story on my mind is that of a broken home, a recently divorced parent with few teenagers left to start learning how to fend for themselves. The father paints the mother so bad, the kids begin to think of her as a witch. The mother does same, out of spite and hurt, paints their father so bad, the kids begin to think of him as a monster. When you begin to imagine yourself as a product of a witch and a monster, then the question arises that what does that make you? definitely something between an alien or an endangered specie, nothing from the realm of normal. The confusion you experience is better imagined than seen, and yet, you are stuck with this life, a victim, needing the most but seeing the least, and worst of all, forced to pick a side, because suddenly you realize, your home is broken. Parents are divorced, you cannot have them both, you got to have just one. You cannot love them both. You got to hate one and love the other and vice versa, because that is the dilemma they both put you into apart from modelling before your eyes the very worst of human nature; hate and hurt.
Confused, you begin to search, though sometimes you doubt the very story about your birth, doubting if they were really your parents, but somehow you knew they are, or they once were because there was a time you all were happy ever before, but now, the story is different. Your home is broken or better still reconstructed with just two apartments, one for mama, and the other for papa, the kids in the hall way to choose either place to live. You soon found your uncles and aunts all have their different tale of what happened to your parents, how they began, and what led them to where they are now, and yet you find that everyone already picked their sides except you. You are left alone in search of TRUTH. You would not hate your parent and yet you would not love them. You would not even know what to feel anymore, you are only more bothered about the truth because the rest of your life seems in jeopardy without it.
The LESSON here is this;
TRUTH is relative and in everything you hear, you will find a bit of truth, even in the most well-crafted lie!
In the search of TRUTH in life, one thing is certain, it is everywhere and it all depends on where you begin and what you really want or hope to see.
Till another time,
WHAT CAN YOU LEARN FROM THIS?
