Through yesterday's lessons from achievements, sins or mistakes, the latter owes the first in retribution. Death is the only end to the journey we know
As God watches us from a distance, so near yet so far, we have become unknown to the everyday signs because of the new age expectations. If my comparison to others who have become successful has made me susceptible even to the minute of evils, then my conscience haunts my every move. An advancement that is only regarded by the days, weeks then months with no equal mental growth resonance signifies stagnation. A pool of water that is only helpful to the beasts of the earth drinking from it, or any living thing nurturing from its existence. Setting nothing adrift it becomes monotonous, yet purposeful.
The source of greatness in any achievement does not start wholly, it is gradual. Though the whole idea is pictured in the mind as a finished product, its application to life is not so sudden. Such is the magnificence of many ideas in countless minds that go to no recognition due to isolation, bureaucracy or simply choice.
The beliefs of subconscious ideas that drive one towards the attainment of his maxim or downgrading to the minimum are only described by act.
Justify the means to reach an end so as the final may not descend unceremoniously. Acclaim the skill that is needed to manipulate your situation. Succeed in convincing the future that positivity will bring the picture. Act upon thoughts that up bring your present state. Know how to trap the prey.
A common notion is to enjoy life before it ends. As you spend the trying times, live for the moment. How can this be achieved through a continuous plight for us, many of whom the struggle is a norm. Relieve upon the few blessed in mind, with wisdom of perception and strength of appreciation plus creativity to maneuver in the present. I find mine a plight in reason, dreams take me there even at this age to a top level position assumed by three so far. Let it not be so long that action waits while the thoughts set like the sun before our eyes. Forever is a life to live, choice is the path we lead.
Following the run up to a promising future, the present is told as a gift. The builders wish for more time, the materials are abundant. Any scarcity is just a perception, seeking just an inception; there is a source to every obstacle's justification. What I say may not be necessarily true, for we all err, not our God. Mistakes reflect our consciousness, no caution in thought, invoking dangerous deeds in our plight.
Everyday a new page in the old routine. Factor to determine translates to choice. When you falter and examine, the cause may change your course. Navigate your sails to the wind's voice, agitate and chase amidst the noise. Maneuver to control, do not capsize though the shore may be far from sight. The journey may be a while but the lesson just a moment..., the will to succeed is more than a fight, for the bruises you feel are more than a sight. They hurt and teach so deep to the mind, they touch and speak that you know wrong from right.
Life chooses its aspects sparingly. Every molecule, substance or body in its place. Role executed by the immortal order, natural selection. Consequences follow by nature of circumstance, degree of favor or discomfort. Though time heals, questions arise from the changes that inevitably conquer progress as the days go by. Words once expressed with feeling lose value and fade into the wind...the terrain is uneven at all extents treaded on. The weak fall off at a point of difficulty. The weather changes to favor some, despair t to others. What is fair to all?
Our hearts grow in strength through character as empty wishes and promises prove a valuable lesson. When the act fails to impress at the given chance, judgment calls to categorize our capability. Personalities form through diversity and life's interpretation of events. The steeper the cliff, the greater the relieve, regrets not withstanding once you decide to climb.
Unknown to many is their minds composition. What they see, what they hear, if they perceive or understand. What they make from how they live...
Some cry to speak so as to try and reach, through God we seek that this wisdom may switch, the light in our rich yet unknown skill. May the spirit fill thee and your heart be free.
mmoumbaya
