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| Courtesy: Naja Niketa |
Every
single day I remind myself that the world owes me nothing. I whack myself
upside the head with the essence of that affirmation daily. No man is indebted
to me and I think the feeling is genuinely reciprocated. When I run into a fix,
I like calling this fact to mind. And I think the guy on the inside is
gradually, coming to grasps with this reality.
Life
is an adventure, which if mastered, could develop into art. I strive for
clarity in the pursuit of my goals and battle to remain persuaded that what I
know about myself would still be true whether I believe it or not. I long to
separate myself from the beguiling influence of come-easy ideas and hurtle into
the willful abandon of creative aloneness.
Still
I recognize the fact (I must, you see) that I cannot survive without the rest
of humanity.
I am indebted to
society to exploit the depths of my individuality; to reach for the utmost I
could achieve and to bring that into the development of man. I must come to
terms with the reality that to a certain measure, I share similar qualities
with the rest of the human family.
I
see a need to repaint the big picture. I perceive a call to define my destination
and attain a level of awareness of the inner individual. Life can be a work of art,
I tell myself. And the more I see the frame of the picture, the more I acquaint
myself with the truth that stares me in the face. I see how I fit into the
scheme of things and I’m
able to separate wit from ability; to understand the debt I owe myself and the
blame that is not the world’s.
The
faith I possess in my abilities turns my eyes on responsibilities. I can’t refuse my
obligations because I recognize I can only thrive and expect the full thrust of
fulfillment to do its work when I admit I have nothing to prove to anybody.
Keep
your pens bleeding!
Akpan
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Great perspective. Thrive on!
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting, Michael.
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