From the perils of our own discomfort

I maybe a cynic in my own way but that has its fair shares and foils too. We all come from somewhere and so long as you have a history, you won`t lack a place to belong or some faith to keep you moving, thus as I seem imperious at the petulant ways of beliefs, I too fit in just as much as the regular jack across the street does.

Our views vary in not less than a dozen times, and at some time we speak the same language due to the similar nature of life that we have become fond of in our past. And in relation to joy, sorrow and more so the common things that abide us together with the rest of the folklore in subject.

History has a way of reuniting the lost and in some bitter cases, separating the embedded souls but as we reminisce the past and sojourn at the gone days when our mothers always sang the fitting rhythms to the whole vast span of life. It is thus that we create a unique bond that in many ways joins us beyond our own understanding.

And as the others whine at the nature imbalance or the lack of same privileges, we are beckoned to watch them at a distance, only grumbled at the decay of their dreams and hopes. Or how fast they realize their own potential and start working on it.

As much as it is a struggle for all mankind, we really need to strain our muscles strong enough to acknowledge what nature has offered us, and as the grails recommend we strive harder with the aim to preserve it for its known that privileges are individual gifts to lot of us.

The climb to glory maybe arduous and unending but that`s what defines life. And beneath the accumulated strain, the sagged shoulders and the twisted mouths and grimaces of pain. there lies a reward that is deemed to bring a profound smile to our usual empty faces.

It`s the fear of failure that`s holds our breath taking our dreams at ransom. Hence creating a huge burden perched precariously on our rather feeble and shaking shoulders teetered on the edge amid the wavering gazes of those who have made it. Or the knotted eyes of concern to those who we occasionally let down, or the gazing lot who will sigh in relief when we load off our offending burden.

As some of us engage in preposterous activities like mockery and ridiculing these men of pity, others will lash out at their unfulfilled potential or the evidence of their former strength. This will ultimately result to the rest of us, the meek ones, to stand on a cliff and hope that they, hoping they channel that hate to make them stronger. And for these mockers, the fairest option would be for them to face down completely in shame as the mocking words get stuck in their throats. This will give us a more valid reason to rejoice for there will be a balance of somewhat generosity instilled amongst the sadists, pessimists, cynics and ironically the optimists.

What many seem to forget is that everyone has his or her own habitat. We all have or duties required of us by nature and instead of walloping at the endless whys. I highly advice: be your real guard, guide and more importantly get the guile to accept life as it is. And if the status quo seems too surreal for you, then be the change you want to see in the society.