It is a widespread belief that most people want to stay young forever, because young age especially the ages between 21 – 25 (referred to as the ‘golden age’) is associated to feeling good, being active (body wise), looking sexy and all these good stuffs. It gets so profound that people who have the monetary means, literally risk their lives through plastic surgery and other body enhancement procedures to maintain their young physique. Let me clarify one thing quick! I am not judging anyone who chooses to do this; live your life and be happy. To those who find ageing daunting, please enjoy your age! Feeling good is a state of mind, staying active is a matter of what your body can take compiled with how you have cared for it. And looking young? Please why must we continue to look young? I really want to know. The only way we can continue to have the same face is if one of these vampires either from twilight or vampire diaries comes and bites us. At the end of the day we are all getting older so we might aswell enjoy our age, embrace the changes that come with it and leave the youngsters to enjoy their youth instead of wishing to be them. And obviously when I say youngsters I don’t mean 12-year olds because you guys must beg your parents to even go to the cinema but it’s okay little ones, enjoy that phase too because believe me, at that age I wasn’t even allowed to step one foot out of the door. But on a serious note, let’s make getting old sexy. Like when we are 70, we’ll be like look at my sexy wrinkles. For us women we’ll be like – “look at my sexy saggy boobs” and for you men you guys will be like – “look at my sexy toes” because you guys’ toes be looking funky no matter what age but that’s besides the point ha! But Yass slay grandma/grandpa! Mortality is a conversation I know we humans dread. We find it negative, scary, pessimistic and the list of negative connotations goes on. However, if you ask me, I think it's a conversation that should be had especially with our loved ones. Why with our loved ones? First of all, I don't know if it's only me that has this feeling, but don't you sometimes feel that certain people can't die? As if you cannot literally fathom life without them. I did. I mean, I remember the feeling I had when I lost my mum - aged 9 and I literally could not believe/accept it. I thought my life was all a big show airing somewhere on the television and my mum would walk on set and say 'oh, that was a good scene'. And 14 years later I'm secretly still waiting for her to walk on set. With time passing after losing my mother, I somehow got accustomed to forgetting about mortality until last year when I got a rude awakening after the sudden demise of my then boyfriend. In my eyes these were two people that I could never think of losing, but it happened because death does not care about who you love or who means the world to you. It most definitely will visit and that is one thing we know for sure. But when? Most do not have the privilege of knowing. Now, what I have perceived about most humans is that we do not take our mortality seriously enough. We take our loved ones for granted without realising it, and that is one of our biggest mistakes. We think we have all the time in the world to make it right with them when we could really just do it now. Start giving your loved ones the love they deserve before it is too late. You really do not want to have thoughts such as 'I should've', 'I would've', 'I could've', and so on for the rest of your life. We know tomorrow is not promised so if I were you, I would do my loved ones justice by giving them the companionship they deserve in this lifetime. Dear Mr A,
It's been a year since I've heard from you. I mean we spoke everyday and suddenly you've stopped calling/texting/facetiming me? I remember the night before you suddenly stopped all communication. You called me so you could say goodnight and I also wanted to hear your voice before I went to sleep. You told me you were at a party; I asked you what you were wearing: 'a shirt and jeans shorts' and I told you how cute I could imagine you looking and you laughed. Suddenly the call disconnected, but I wasn't worried because you had already informed me that your battery was low at the beginning of the call, so I figured your phone had died. So, I went to sleep knowing I would speak to you the next day. The next day came, and I literally woke up thanking God for you. I remember my prayer clearly: 'God, thank you for blessing me with Mr A'. I glanced at my phone and you hadn't messaged me so I figured you were still asleep, so I got ready for work as per usual. On my lunch break, I got a message from your friend asking when the last time I spoke to you was, and it made me laugh because I thought it was random. I messaged you before I responded to your friend, telling you he just asked me about you - so we could laugh at the randomness together, but the message did not go through and none of my messages have ever gone through to you from that moment. So anyway I replied to your friend: 'Lol, yesterday. Why? You trying to get through to him?' As soon as your friend read this, he called me and I remember screaming and trying to run out of the building because he was telling me something about you. I mean at first I thought it was all a joke because most definitely it could not be true. But apparently it is because to this very day I still haven't heard from you. And to be honest with you Mr A, sometimes when my phone rings I pray it is your name that I see. But it isn't and it never will be. Definition: regard for one’s own well-being and happiness It is fair to say that as humans we are constantly seeking validation from others, whether it be from our families, our boss at work, friends etc. Now before we get into this I need to quickly eliminate any misconceptions on the idea of ‘self-love’ in relation to other terms such as egotism or narcissism. Although they are all synonyms to the other, the idea of egotism and narcissism is that you have an excessive obsession with yourself - which is not an idea that I agree with. For many years I have wondered why it was imperative that I am told my worth before the realisation or acceptance of its existence. Simple example: You are wearing an amazing outfit, but because nobody has acknowledged or commented on how much you ‘slayed’, you have now concluded your outfit is trash; because apparently if people do not say it then it must not be true? Listen! Sometimes people cannot be bothered to open their mouth to give you credit. They might be thinking it but they may just not say it. In relation to my chosen example: you wore the outfit, you saw yourself in the mirror, and you liked it enough to wear it out. That is good enough. I know how discouraging it can be when you are trying to achieve or may have already achieved something and it seems no one can see you. The most important thing is that God can see you, and He knows your potential and actuality. So, you must also open your eyes and regard yourself. If anyone else wants to join, that’s fantastic. However, in times when there is no one joining your boat, that is not a time to also try to get off your boat. It’s your own boat for goodness sake! OK, forget this boat story. The point is, just because others do not see or acknowledge your hard work does not make it irrelevant. You are relevant and you better start believing it! There are many ways in life in which we humans can fall. With a show of hands how many of you have never tripped and fell? Yea, I thought as much. So, we all know that in most cases (except for collapsing, fainting…etc.) you must be either walking or running before you can trip/stagger/stumble which results in the fall. The interesting and funny aspect of falling is that it catches you by surprise because surely if you perceived it as a possibility you would prevent it, right? Growing up in a Christian family and later at a young age choosing to follow the faith without any family influence, I delighted in my walk and ensured that if I somehow tripped/staggered/stumbled and fell, I would get up as fast as I could. Eventually I became super confident in my walk, ensuring that I was careful with every step I took but eventually that led to a sense of pride. You might be wondering, how? Well I thought I had perfected my walk, and clearly there could be no way I could fall as I was super careful. With this mindset, it seemed like I had forgotten that as a mere human being I am not exempt from falling and to be quite frank I had not made it to the Jesus mark yet. But I seriously could not see how I could fall. The confidence was real and the fall was about to be realer. The moral of the story is, it is awesome to be confident in your walk with God, but DO NOT forget that you are just a human being who is striving to be like God. You are not Him. Therefore, do not place yourself on a pedestal so high that if you fall, you will break all your bones and become paralysed; preventing you from the ability to ever get back up and walk again. |
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