Pale Shadows

After a long hiatus, I decided to break the jinx that has characterized my inability to publish my reeling thoughts and perspectives in recent times by pondering over why I stopped in the first place which ostensibly launches an onslaught of careful diagnosis and its attendant prognosis into a deep ROOTED problem in my environment.

Feelings distract. Once you catch an unguided one, you are on a downward spiral to nothingness. Void. At most you'd only be left with a pale shadow of your former self - a work that was in progress and could have blossomed into a thing of awe and glory. 

It is necessary to note herein, that whatever you are daring at requires time to maximize good utils to make one satisfied and if this pursuit is not meaningful then one should by all means desist. When was the last time you did something you loved to do? When the last time you actually did something that made you fulfilled and got you feeling like you were chipping at what life is going to be; the future and the feeling of what is to be?

 A day at a time.

Whatever you do, it doesn't matter if it’s the characterizing money, plaudits, platitudes and fame that spurs you on, it makes someone happy and so should you. By all means find something you love to do and do it regularly because in the end, it's all that matters. It's all that would ever matter.

What are you known for? What are you contributing to the society, and most importantly is it just situational or you are passionate about it?  Is it what you set out to do or it’s just accidental? Spurring yourself on to whatever you may be falling in love with may be the curve ball, and therein lies the root of the mishap.

Life is supposed to be simple but our daily choices make it complex and it's even saddening to note the effort we put in to make ourselves unhappy. Reading comes to me with ease and anybody who is looking through the looking glass should tell you that it's even easier if you are the one trying to churn out your perspectives for public scrutiny and engagement. And right there marks the groundbreaking to writing again.

We stop because people don't seem to like nor relate to our style or in worst scenarios, our presence. We stop because the plaudits are staggering and spatial. We stop because we haven't won yet. We stop to scratch people's asses. We stop just so we can be validated. We stop when we begin to be too focused on ourselves. We stop when we become inadequate. We stop when we want it so bad. We stop because we feel we are not good.

Well, I just might start publishing again because I cannot have my thoughts and sentiments deadlocked on my computer when I ever fail to wake up one day, for death is inevitable.

Writer tweets @vilejah