FEEL…JUST MUSINGS

FEEL…JUST MUSINGS

If I had the words to describe some events I have witnessed lately I would run out of honest adjectives, rather I would be stuck with a lot imprecise descriptions bothering on a dryness or some heaviness of styling the right words to fit the emotions in my head.

I remember speaking to Tosin a few days ago and telling her how I was feeling, I  talked to her about how I  had so much turpsy-turvyness emotionally and personally, especially in terms of goals and personal directions this year.

Someone recently said ‘that the people who often try to make others happier are often the people with the heaviest burdens’, and sometimes it is hard to see through these types of people, on the outside I look extremely fine, I act it, on most days I have an empty frustrated spirit.

I cannot blame anyone, I cannot stand and complain about it all, sometimes I just wonder how much should you care about someone, something or anything?

A pastel of emotions show up in my head, I want to be grateful for everything else, the regulars(I don’t  trivialize it), and not so regulars. I want to shout and scream for the joys in the other areas of my life, thin out the joys on an invisible skewer and use them as a counteract for the pain, like an intangible pain reliever.

I think it is a good route, except that my mind cannot sometimes buy the teasing.

For instance, my mind sees the alternative of living or something unnatural and I’m  immediately glad I don’t have the lens I badly want, I ask myself “what’s the use of having an expensive lens if “you” end up like the 21 year old who got shot by the police last Saturday”. God forbid!

In a sense, tragedy is the extreme counteract, the exception, not the norm, the general appeasement is the feeling that empathy can carry a different personal vibe; a certain kind of connection that helps draw meaning from pain.

It is not to excuse a sense of personal entitlements or the desire for legitimate expectations, but to recognize the upsets however impersonal as part of the elements that sets us up for our own joys.

Certain alternatives are worth the thought, even when I query them, should I feel and express love? Should we love at all, why can’t love be easy, like wireless connections with passkeys? So that only the two people meant for each other absolutely meet and fall in love.

Why are humans styled this way? Not like I’m questioning God, but would it not  have been easier if our hearts were never broken?

One minute you assume, that some things cannot happen to you,  I remember listening to my friend at some point this year, he had felt burnt. She suddenly said no. The relationship was over.

I turned these things over in my mind, I felt sorry for him, it didn’t make sense to me, he is a good guy, she seemed a good person too, but these decisions anchor upon happiness, one person cannot be happy in a relationship.

How much is too much?

Love is not enough, Love  is not overrated, it’s just a flimsy emotion.

But then we need love in our lives, we aren’t styled  to exist without it, we may suppress our feelings but we all feel love.

Should we try to safeguard ourselves from this forceful warm light, it would find a way to sneak in upon us.

Even those who claim they cannot be heartbroken because they have set-up precautions, like guide rules for themselves still feel love and act on it, even when they use some barter agreements in between.

For instance, “i-love-her-because-we-have-sex-everyday-so-i-trade-that-for-the-money-if-she-leaves-its-just-trading”.

People certainly feel some strand, because human communication between two people is at its extreme not without some connection.

I’m not talking about sex as love, I’m keen on two people wanting to be more than just hi-hi friends or possibly spend the rest of their lives together, even if one of the parties is keen on just avenging his/her most recent heartbreak on the other.

Then of course there are perfect liars, I’m quite just concerned only with the ideal, and how it works for most people.

How much is too much? When do we have a right to change our minds?

How much should we journey with this other person before we say time up and walk out of the stadium?

Even in cases when people are spiritual about it? How much should we give in before we walk away?

These questions answer themselves per individual, I just sure hope that somehow we can all recognize what feelings do to the other person, i hope we can all understand that emotions deserve some responsible empathy.

I think its perhaps better to walk away early than occupy space, you’ll end up wasting two people’s time. Yours and the other’s.

2012 memoirs

This should have come earlier…lazy me

NOTE 1: THE DROPLETS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE OCEAN

“Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out”. Robert Collier (American motivational author, 1885-1950)

I would sum up the message that this year held: its knowing the power of the little, for a larger part of the year, I wanted the large, mighty and gigantic breakthroughs and while nothing is wrong with that, I realize that in reflecting over the course of the year, most of the success stories of the so called big miracles of others I heard or read of came from their ‘little’ of yesterday.

Honestly, I cannot point to anything significant that happened to me this year that did not come from yesterday’s little. My generation often carries a message: the big is more important than the small, hence the celebration of big things. We hurry in our pursuit of the big, forgetting and ignoring the power of the small.

As a photographer, I spoke to many successful photographers this year, I asked everyone the same question on how their walk to fame began, and their answer was the same: little starts. I was really hungry for the big equipments (because I can use them) and I wanted some of them so badly, but i as read about and interviewed this bigwigs, something resonated across: nothing is suddenly big. There are no sudden success stories, everyone that became big, had a little to start with yesterday. So I got used to the little.

In many people’s lives, I know there were frustrations, the perfect year was quite elusive for many, the year had its vissictudes but certainly, it had its own seeds.

I write with a bit of responsibility recognizing the various challenges that 2012 posed, if there is anything to carry into the new year, it would be to utilize the power of the little.

Leke Alder says premium comes with a price: rarity and excellence, I would add that it also comes with practice, sweat and blood. You need seed to practice with and you have your seed with you.

I make bold to also add that we already know most of the things that would make us succeed, the struggle we often have as humans, is to throw our minds around needlessly in search of new stories and information added to it is the usual shade of wrong comparisons.

We would not all be high paid executives at the word go, however, we would all have opportunities we can leverage on, it important to leverage on the right images that bring the mighty success stories, you may not like its opening montage but it is enough to get you smiling in the new year.

Remember that little drops of water make a mighty ocean.

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