Is a pilgrim’s voice. The boy is on a mental cross road. The heart speaks to him in a manner he has never before explored. It asks questions, gives directions, challenges his mind and makes him conscious of himself. It wakes up his thoughts and shows him the way to happiness, wealth and dreams of his life. It gives him demands; and commands him to have a say in his life. It teaches him the complexities of life and simplifies it in a way he can best understand it. It’s unapologetic and dwells on reflective thinking that comes with inspired thought. Its message is summed up in a thought that, “It’s the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary and only the wise men are able to understand them”. And that every person is capable of being wise, once they intend to be so.
SAMPLE THE BOOK
“If it's true that
we are here to help others, then what exactly are the others here for?” – Unknown
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1
THE Boy stood irresolutely at the cross
road. There were four paths ahead of him. The one he came with and the three
others he had to choose the right one to follow; either the one on his left or
the one on his right, or the one in front of him. At first he thought he had
three options from which to choose. But the longer he stood there, his mind
blazing out incomprehensibly; he realized that, even the root that brought him
there was still an option too. The sun was rising steadily from the eastern
horizon. It was a new day. The past had gone with all its joys and sadness.
What he was going decide then was going to determine one of the two. Choice
seemed to have appeared as the most difficult things he had come to face in his
life. He realized that, when one was ignorance all that matters was to follow
the narrow path of what he knew; and that made the most of his happiness. But
the moment he became aware of the reality of things, he saw so many
contradictory things in his life. And he was faced with the battle of choosing
the best for his life. And that was a war so hard and fast to wage. But he had
to make that one choice.
His
heart suddenly leapt. At first he thought it was out of anxiety and tiredness
from the walk. But when it tooted the third time, he knew it was speaking to
him. At that moment a fresh feel of the atmosphere blew passed him. He could
smell the aroma of something he had never before nosed in. It was neither sweet
nor sour, but carried the fragrance that never gave a feeling of regret. It was
mysteriously amazing, intriguing him to want to suggest for building a home
just there in the middle of the mysterious junction. He observed the rays of
the sun become lighter and brighter as they gradually blinded his eyes. But he
had no urge to make a choice; at least not at that time. His heart rushed
through his chest again, but he ignored its cutting pain with inquisitiveness.
Suddenly he started
conversing with his heart. He wanted to seek its help for the mind seemed to
have gone mute to his indecisions on the cross road.
“Who I am matters
less. What I am is all why I am here with you”, he heard his heart poke out in his
chest. He didn’t know what to say, for his reason of being there that morning
was totally an issue of happenstance. He could have been somewhere else
enjoying the smell of roasted sausage or steak, but without his knowing, he
found himself there standing in the middle of the four divergent paths. And
with shock, his own bodily organ was mocking him with a talk.
“There is always a
time in your life when you think that whatever you have, you have because you
are supposed to have whatever it is that you have. This attitude often times coils
you in a mental capillary of invincibility and perfectionism. You delude
yourself as to think that you are capable of standing alone no matter how much
you have in our hands. Yet you forget that you are what you are today because
of others”, the heart humbly and coarsely spoke. The boy squeezed his palms in
gesture of guiltiness. The message was piercing and mind-poking. He had gotten
to pick up his own struggles and challenges with no-one else’s help because he
believed all its contractions were his to amend. And to hear a contradictory
statement from his heart was like having a close friend speaking behind your
back.
“If only people could realize this, could they foster
their goals and lives towards essential things in their daily endeavors. The
talents you have you owe them to your God Almighty. From childhood, He breathed
in you the special skills that can be learned but which needed personal artifact
for them to yield fruits. This has been your miracle attitude: you thanked God for
the great blessings He endowed in you; the talents of creativity, imagination, innovation,
writing, knowledge, passion and reason”, the heart voiced out. The boy embraced
his chest, his eyes gazing at the bright sun, clearly seeing the round ball of
fire in the middle of the sparkling rays. All he could feel around him was
nothing but the heard trotting from one chamber of the chest to another. He
didn’t know hearts could speak.
“From the time as a boy, you came to discover these
crafts so early so much that, you intended to be focused in enhancing them by
doing them. Everyday deep down in me your heart I hear you thank your former
Teacher for English, whose irritating critiques of your compositions drove you
higher in outshining his observations. It was through his ‘mockery’ in class
that gave you a dire zeal and articulation of sharpening your desire in writing.
I daily feel your gratefulness for him, because without his other side of
looking at your work; all these marvelous works would have just been pipe
dreams today”, the heart reminded him. How it knew all those secrets he had
never told anyone, he could not understand. He wondered whether really there
was such a thing as secrets, if some parts of human life were moving recorders
that sucked and stored everything that man did and spoke about.
“Growing up in a society where reading of books is
like a show off”, the heart continued, “you always thank all those who by their
powers and interest in reading influenced you to the levels whereby you would
not leave any piece of paper lying around the place without knowing what it
contained. I know you owe this inculcation much to your Father who never missed
a daily newspaper and stocked a lot of books in his shelves in the living room.
Without his influence, which was nevertheless so involuntary, your passion for
writing wouldn’t have been as flavored as it is now. Mixing with so many kinds
of people from so many different aspects of life, gave you huge ideas of how
humanity is and behaves; and gave you a variety of stocks of character and
experiences of all sorts of tastes life could offer. This indulgence though
with caution, armed you with a mentality that today stands as a positive mark
in your life as a writer. I surely know you owe this growth to your friend Chali; the only young man you came to
realize his friendship was neither that of hook nor crook for he kept changing
his course of direction every now and then just to make sure you never lost any
nerve during your hour of need”, the boy laughed. ‘What the heavens, is going
on?’ he murmured to himself, enjoying the cozy warmth of the sun that was
however making him sweat by every second that passed. Listening to his heart
probe him, was like standing before a judge being accused of stealing someone’s
under wear, when you have never known how one looks like.
“I know you think I am mad. But I know too that you
thank Sebastian as well; a man whose character is akin to that of a youth who
is still so excited with the new discoveries of his body; he taught you what
makes men die popular even in old age; Kievoy too; a young man whose hair turned
so white at a tender age claiming that his thoughts have been diluted with the
brain. His companionship, and accommodativeness adds up to biblical times when no
one was a stranger even in a strange land. I know too that you think of Caphus
as well; another young man who kept growing fat, despite what he was going
through; showed you how some men with weak sense of fight get worried so easily
and tell themselves to grab whatever comes across as long as it would give them
a living”, the boy blurted out in amused laughter. How dare could the heart go
so deep into him that it could figure out all such hidden truths about his
friends.
“Then there is Gabriel; a zealous young man with a
sense of smile and liveliness. From him you got a tinge of relaxation that
everything has its time. His love for the skirts, much of a talk than reality
though, showed you how some men can be so life-loving yet still be serious with
it at the same time. This is the man who believed that going through a phase of
tough time is a payment for the wrongs one did in the past; some kind of experiencing
hell on Earth for someone’s perfection before being right with his God”, the
boy felt a wave of coldness rush down his spine cord. The mention of Gabriel
brought so many memories he had once forgotten on how much thankful he was for
what he did for him. But then his heart disturbed his thoughts.
“Memories, no matter how sad they may seem to be,
must be cherished because; every one of them came for a reason – to make you
realize the real you. These examples of men, I prettily surely know that you
thank them so much, because they sow a seed of brotherhood in you. They
inspired your instincts and resolve to realize that life needs records that
pump some life in others who may be going through what others are experiencing.
There were also the ‘sucker’ punchers who would tell you in your face what you
didn’t do when all was heaven for you. They would feed you, give you where to
sleep and tell you to be careful next time you are fine as to remember those who
helped you when you were in need. Such encounters inspired you to resolve your
beliefs and to see life from the different angle. Without their frank talk, you
wouldn’t have known or learnt what it means to lack”, the heart spoke. And the
boy nodded his head in agreement. What the heart said was bloodily an excusable
and palatable serious to listen to.
“There were some who gossiped about you intentionally
knowing you are listening just to see how you would react. I know you thank
them so much too, because they trained your patience and putting up. They
tested your spirits so much that you could know how far you would go with such,
for better things never come on a silver plate. You may not work hard for them
in the sense of a definition of mankind, but what you may mentally go through
could be a tough challenge that needs only the tougher to succeed”, the heart
said, making the boy teary. He had never wanted anyone to remind him of the
past. The days he had not known the whys, and hows to his life. But then his
heart still went back to his archives tabled those files for him to read.
“Then there was your Mother and you Father; happy
couple despite being in need. Their look at things inspired you to be realistic
and always ‘walk by faith and not by sight’. Their words were touchy, their
actions so parental like one handling a newly born baby. I feel your gratitude
towards them; it exceeds anything else you could do for them. It’s at this
point in your life when you realized the importance of family; the reason why a
parent’s desire in his or her child is not to be helped, but to see the child
be able to stand on his or her own and help him or herself. Shame often times
pours on your head when you realize if one’s contributions of thanks giving to
their parents doesn’t even fill a tea cup. It becomes lessons learnt so hard.
“I know you think of your brothers and sisters too who
from their meager living, always put a smile for you; narrated stories of
passion for goodness and stories of prosperity; stories of love and stories of
fighting till the last drop of energy. Who wouldn’t be inspired when your own
blood sees your life being better than you think it is yourself? I feel the thank
you for them to the pinnacle of my heart, because their involvement in your
life story, speaks volumes of how much they are wise and loved”, the boy stood
there in the sun, tears dropping down his cheeks. The journey had been long,
but the destination had not seemed to appear so soon; and the heart was there
palpating him on matters that provoked his soul.
“And there are the three people; Chichi, Junior and
Lulu. They hardly talked any sense but their intriguing questions and
sentiments to you were more sensible than sensibility itself, especially coming
from the brains of their ages. Such zigzags opened your sixth sense to see gold
in mud and see salvation in the cross. They inspired you to realize that, love
turns everything golden; that care and laughter paints one’s life with a new coat
of inner joy and happiness because these are children, innocent as they are but
are able to see life from the spiritual side where an adult may be so blind to realize
till they mention it. Without them in your life, this journey you have started would
have been a none-starter. I surely know that you thank them as your special
gifts to your life”. The boy sweating, but his body was cold as ice cold water
from a deep freezer. He was heaving like a tree in a tornado. His mind was
shut; his brain was locked; but for the heart that was busy tooting in his
chest.
“After all is said, appreciated and done, do you
intend to aspire to inspire someone today, tomorrow, the other day or month or
year? What do you have to do for others instead of you asking for others to do
something for you?” the heart asked. And the boy could feel the urge to talk.
“But if it's true that human beings are here to help
others, then what exactly are the others here for?”
“That is a wise one. True indeed; what are the others
here for? Interesting enough, you are all ‘the others’ at one point in your
lives, because life is a cycle. Today, you are the giver, tomorrow you are the receiver.
So what do you have to do for others instead of you asking for others to do something
for you? What is your intention in life?” The boy zipped up his mouth. Such
questions to him were matters for the heart; but it was the heart asking him.
He didn’t know what to say. The warmth of the sun was as great as the sense of
being ignorant.
“People who are
selfish have little problems but they seem big. People who are generous
have big problems but they seem little.” - Mother Theresa
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2
IT was mid-morning. The sun was doing
what it knew best; scotching anything that it laid heat on. The boy stood there
like a motionless pole of electricity in the middle of nowhere. His clothes
were soaked in boiling sweat. He couldn’t know where exactly he was. His world
was so thin and limited. It revolved just within the diameters of his feet.
Anything else beyond a centimeter away was in abyss of his knowledge. His heart
was tooting like a motor in car cylinder of an eighteen valve engine sports car
at supersonic speed.
“So often you don’t
know what you want to do in life and when you know what you want to do in life,
often time you dare not to dare walk your talk” the heart blizzard through his
veins, letting the warmth of his body rise further.
“Times you try to
put foot to peddle and ride your passion in search of your dream life, just one
pitfall, sees you back to point one. Little do you realize that actually, a
pitfall was not a mere accident, but a deliberate point in your life to see how
creative and resourceful you are for you to successfully use this dream or
destiny once you acquire it”, the heart spoke; and the boy couldn’t agree more,
for the words contained the valor that opened the reality of his battles he had
waged all his life. The battles that continued to push him to the limits of his
decisions on whether it was worthy celebrating life.
He realized that each day of his life, when he woke up, he always looked forward to
something new to happen; something he had never experienced before, and often
times such a thing he always expected it to be good. And indeed every time he woke
up, so many good things did happen to him and his life, but he rarely saw those
things or occurrences with his two naked eyes. He could feel empty and
disconnected, and he always wondered why.
“This is so because, you fail to connect yesterday to
today and see the difference. All you see is the sky, the sun and the house you
live in. Your observation of your breath, your face, your clothes, your neighbor,
your blankets, your surrounding doesn’t find space in your life because
you take them for granted” the heart replied to his troubled thoughts.
The boy recalled his readings far back in his days as
a lover of books. Somewhere it was written that “when each day is the same as
the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in
their lives every day that the sun rises”. He didn’t know what it exactly
meant. But then, standing there, some senses were re-germinating from the
sub-human mind.
“You have conditioned yourself to certain formulas of
life; to a routine that is unconsciously programmed so much that when you skip
a certain point of action you feel you have wronged your body or your consciousness.
Your whole day goes out as ‘awkward’, boring, lifeless and unproductive. In
this realm of situation, even when a golden opportunity lurks on you, you are
unable to see it or smell it, because you are very unfamiliar with its territory
for your sixth sense doesn’t operate; its dead and it can’t differentiate
yesterday from today” the heart interrupted him. The sentiments sounded
familiar, but the invocations the heart brought was so refreshed and was like
trading on virgin lands. “Your personal problems become huger than the problems
of others. Your needs become more serious than the needs of others. Your
happiness means so much to you than the happiness of others” the heart went
ahead. The boy’s mind revisited another thought he had read years back that, “People
who are selfish have little problems but they seem big. People who are generous
have big problems but they seem little”.
“Your language is that of arrogance as if you are the
only one who has suffered to be where you are; even when you didn’t even suffer
as the word in the ordinary sense of it suggests. But because you are deluded with
this spirit of ‘me, myself and I’ attitude you, encircle yourself to give an impression
that you ‘worked’ for what you have and need not be bothered. In your day to
day life, you never intend to aspire to inspire anyone human being as to how
you managed to be where you are. You owe your success to no-one but yourself
deceiving those you come in contact with” the heart scalded. The boy felt his
blood clout for once. It was like he was in a court room; fixed in the accused
box to answer charges that he knew he was so much guilt of.
“To be a human being you need to sacrifice your own
happiness for the sake of others. You need to look into our own closet and realize
that you are no better than others. You need to perform an act of generosity
once in a while as a remedy for such an act that was performed by others to you
somewhere. Have you ever heard an ancient saying, that, ‘He who has saved one
life has as it were saved the world entire? ’A human being need to chart a life
of making others feel human, loved and cared for. You don’t need money to do
that, neither do you need to be wealth for you to do that. A word that is able
to make someone smile even in times of total depression brings the other side
of life to that person. A hand that is able to lift someone who is completely
tired of walking, is a gesture showing that, no man is an island”. It was deep
for the boy. He felt like a zombie; pure puppet tied to the master trick star
controlling all his movements. He was stiff and nerve racking, but the sun kept
him blind from anything that surrounded him, if at all there was anything
surrounding him.
He knew everyone needed a good, happy life, where
everything anyone needed came as needed. But he also knew that very few managed
to have such needs yet day in and day out they woke up and went for work and got
paid lump sums at the end of the months; but they yet still were unable to get
what they needed; their money grew wings and flew away as soon as they got it
and they cursed that they weren’t paid well. He couldn’t understand why.
“To amass wealth, the Babylonians did one act of
generosity every time they got paid or got profit from their businesses; they
shared tenth of their dues to the poor, the hopeless, the needy and the
strangers and in turn their wages were increased two folds. That’s the miracle
of life. Blessed is the hand that gives. Have you read a book that says, “Honor
the Lord with your wealth, with the fruits of all your crops; then your barns
will be filled to overflowing, and your vats will brim over with new wine?” the
heart asked gently. The boy tried to tilt his head in a nod, but his neck was
stiff; so he innately nodded. He knew the heart would see and feel the nod even
when done innately, but what the heart was suggesting was something he had not
come across in all his intensive readings. He felt more and more oblivious.
“In giving you are performing an act of aspiration
that inspires the given to give out too in their own small ways. And when the
whole world turns out to be a ‘giving’ world; which person will starve or get
thirsty? Who will walk naked or cry for help? The same book you have never read
before says, ‘One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds
unduly, but comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper; he who refreshes others
will himself be refreshed.’ The rub at your neck therefore should be: Are you
just making a living or are you making a difference in your life? What is your
intention? You need to know that only those who have a powerful sense of
purpose always want to make a positive difference to the people around them”
the heart convulsed. The boy was no-longer sane. His mind was distant. The rays
of the sun percolated all his veins transforming him into one of the rays. His
humanly feelings were gone. An indescribable feeling of security encircled the
place where he stood.
“Where you are stands my secrets buried in the twin
that sustains your life in my form”, the heart spoke. The boy couldn’t
understand what the heart meant by being a twin of its form. But his position
was so far from recovering his voice of the natural being. It was disconnected
from him. “Here you draw the zeal to inspire others to have to do whatever it
takes for them to excite people into action. It’s here where you awake them up
to the reality of how powerful and influential their intentions are in making their
lives be how they want them to be, depending on what they do, say and think.
Great minds of old said, ‘The purpose of life is a life of purpose’. And the
moment you take a powerful purpose or intention it will make you unstoppable.
People, who always intend to aspire to inspire others, always get inspired
themselves to live their lives to the fullest” the heart informed. The boy was
endeared. The provocations from the heart were instigating a potent spell of
authoritative energy in him. He could feel it advancing towards his melting
flesh.
“Just read the story of Paul after that miraculous
meeting on his way to carry on his destructive works. Paul’s story captivates
anyone’s blood stream. It inspires even those who do not believe in the book
where this story is found, because it’s an ordinary story of an ordinary man
who becomes the center of events with an intention of carrying good actions,
words and thoughts over wicked ones. It’s an epic or an adventurous story of perdition
turned into dreamland. Or take for instance the story of Job. It’s not all
about faith alone that we find in these stories, but about courage, resilience
and perseverance too in the ordinary sense of an ordinary person like you, which
are followed with positive intentions” the heart expounded. The boy could see
the azure of creation below him as he flew above the ethers of vegetation. He
liked the feeling that engulfed him. It had no word to explain; just like the
feeling one felt when sharing the pleasure of intimacy with the other soul of
the opposite nature.
“What about the story of Emma himself? It is all
about an intention to inspire the down trodden; to pump hope and happiness in them;
to aspire to bring joy in the lives of those who think they have reached the
end of their journey, with an intention of showing how tremendous Supreme
Human’s love to His people is. Just the mere fact that some people today call Emma
as ‘one of the most influential and great teachers to have walked on the Earth’
even when he is more than that, signifies how he inspired and has continued to
inspire people, believers and none believers alike because they still cheer at his
intention”. The boy was abounding into the atmosphere of logical reality. What
he knew then was a drop in an ocean of a wealth of knowledge he was able to
perceive. There as abundant of it; endless and amazingly heart throbbing.
“It’s not true that such aspirations are only meant
for those ‘chosen ones’; no. Everyone is chosen. You have the capacity to
intend to inspire anyone and even intend to change his or their life; because
no-one is at the same level in life, neither, do you experience, the same
things nor do you have the same talents. You are all unique in your own ways
and it’s this specialty that must give you the drive to uplift others’ lives
and bring uniformity of purpose to everyone, as long as you faithfully intend
it with your thoughts, actions and words.
“Those ordinary men and women who have chosen to
abide by their gifts and intended to aspire to inspire others, have come in
contact with inner joy and happiness in their lives, and what you call miracles
have followed them everywhere they have gone. Their wealth and prosperity is
intact because it’s intended on a foundation that is unbreakable – the foundation
of inner joy; because inner joy is the fuel of success. That’s where I the
heart stay. You can always be whatever you want to be, or do whatever you want
to do in life; just intend it, believe in it, talk about it, act like you have
it and think about it, and you will see what happens to your life. That’s what
I know because I have seen it, that’s the power of thought” the heart
titillated, and the boy gradually drew back to his position. The stand above
was a different level; a level only seen by those who aspired to do so; a level
that confused him to say the least. Down on his feet, the sun was blazing
towards overhead. He stood his grounds, for his mission was unknown yet.
“It takes so much to be a full human being that
there are very few who have the enlightenment or the courage to pay the price;
and that one has to accept pain as a condition of existence” - Morris
West
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THE boy commandeered his energy in the sun. The
magnified rays were grinning down on him on the axis of his head. He had been
there since sun rise, but he felt as though he had stood there since eternity.
Cicadas were bursting out their balloon tummies as they wept for a cool
atmosphere. The vibration of their sharp cries was all the vibes he could feel.
Their annoying noise was being swallowed up in the maze of the heat. The heart on one side was pounding with all
its muscles. He could feel its punches as it hit the blanket of its cover.
“It’s such a common factor to many
like you; the wealthy and the needy alike. Very few of you have the guts to
leave what you have even when you could see that it doesn’t make sense to you,
in search of something better. I understand you, because it’s your human nature
to stay with what you can see than looking for something you can’t see.
Ironically even you, who proclaim your faith in your religion, practice the,
“seeing is believing” ideology. Yet every week you proclaim your faith in God
whom you can’t see” the heart expounded rather seriously. The boy could feel
its strength and tenacity. It seemed to have been on a trail of mastering the
plan for him; and he had no reason to abate its duty.
“It’s all
a principle of fearing to lose what you have because you are scared of taking
risks of life, searching for something unknown, because you are not sure
whether or not you will find something better after all. You lack moral faith
in you. You have no resolve. You become so complacent with what you have. You get
too satisfied too easily, and lack the eagerness to go beyond your limits. You
always think you can’t be like others you know who have made it. You demean yourself
and look down upon yourself. And that makes you a dormant lazy human”. The boy
was all peevish. How could the heart be so rude and scornful to him when it was
him who made it relevant for its survival in his chest? Didn’t it know that if
he wanted, he could have right away intoxicated it and made it useless? The boy
silently told himself. The truth was so punchy and painful. But what he knew was
that it was after all the heart’s use; to remind one the correct way of how things
were.
“You fail to understand that
it’s a risk not to risk. If you fear to lose what you have, nothing better will
come to you. Because it’s through sacrifice that you gain abundantly; because
through such sacrifices you donate what’s so valuable to you, and share it with
others. Through such sacrifices you are rendering a noble cause of generosity;
and this gesture is one of the ways you come closer to the face of grace”.
The boy listened with a
clutched mind. He remembered Paul Tillich’s words in his book, Shaking of the Foundations in which he says,
“grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness. It strikes us
when we walk through the dark valley of a meaningless and empty life. It
strikes us when we feel that our separation is deeper than usual, because we
have estranged. It strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference,
our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction and composure has become
intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for
perfection of life does not appear,
when the old compulsion reign within us as they have for years, when despair
destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks
into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: ‘You are
accepted…’”. The heart seemed to have been reminding him of the lessons he had
read ages ago, but which he had neglected to heed. He recalled Morris West’s
notions as well in his writings, The
Shoes of the Fisherman which he bumped into long time past which said that
it takes so much to be a full human being that there are very few who have the
enlightenment or the courage to pay the price; and that one has to accept pain
as a condition of existence; that one has to court doubt and darkness as the
cost of existence and that one needs a will stubborn in conflict, but suitable
always for the total acceptance of living and dying.
The world was opening before
him. The life of things’ reality was silently paving a path into his ignorant
mind. The fortification of his collapse was building up. Suddenly Mary Craig’s
thoughts in her writings, Blessings, hit
his nap; “it’s only through suffering that we can hope to come to
self-knowledge; when the journey starts, there is no going back, but the land
ahead is unknown and the road uncharted. Here are dragons a-plenty, but the
worst enemy is that composite self-delusion and self-pity…our tragedy is not
that we suffer but that we waste suffering; that we waste the opportunity of growing
into compassion…we cannot run away from our battles without losing ourselves in
the process”. He could not understand why all of the instance, things were
falling in place; ancient knowledge he came across a while ago was running back
into his memory like it was being attracted by a magnetic force. “Antoine De
Saint-Exupery explains that, ‘It is with the heart that one sees rightly; what
is essential is invisible to the eye’” the boy murmured, and immediately the
heart thumped jovially against his chest. It realized the boy’s mind was being
rebooted back to normal.
“So if you want to get to your
goals get out of your cocoon and look out. It’s better to lose all that you
have, that does not make you progress and step out in search of a better life. Sometimes
it may happen accidentally like getting fired, redundant, retrenched or repatriated;
its good time for you. Don’t grumble, or cry, shout or insult. Look at every moment
or situation that comes to you as a blessing. Always look out for a silver lining
in any situation that seems bad. Get to terms with it and move on” the heart
responded, and the boy felt a smiling sensation run through his body. The heat
of the sun became part of him. He was becoming like the rays again. His body
was getting lighter like a piece of paper.
“It was so tough for you when
you left the Stool you sat on for a long time; it was like the whole sky had
fallen on you. Everything you looked at seemed like laughing at you or mocking
you. Even strangers seemed to have known that you had lost your Stool, because
all that was in your mind. You had chosen a path of denial and you cried for
clinging on to the Stool that you had already lost. It was so foolish a thought
because it made you more miserable than being more measurable. Instead of you knowing
that your food was finished there and you needed to look for some more
somewhere else, you decided to search for it in a place you knew you won’t find
it. Wasn’t that irritating and frustrating?” the heart asked, and the boy
heaved with a frenzy of jitteriness. Old work-outs pissed him off. He dreaded
the thoughts of the old bitter past; yet the heart was there reminding him of
it. He breathed out deeply, and just then the words of Spencer Johnson in his
book, Who Moved My Cheese rang in his
mind, “It’s safer to search in the maze than remain in a cheese-less station”. He
doubted it whether or not he was ready for that. But the heart probed him that
it was indeed better to get into the wilderness in search of his destiny, than to
be at a place where he knew there was nothing for him. “It’s so, because there,
in the wilderness, you will go places you have not been before. You will see suffering,
happiness, laughter, sadness and then you will be able to compare with your sadness
and happiness; and realize that actually you may be better off. Then you will
see the real life and count yourself a human being” the heart explained. The
boy as mute as a mule; things of the heart were so delicate to argue against.
“If you are afraid of taking
risks, then risks will take you along. Your ability to stay focused on your
mission in the face of constant diversion will determine your ultimate levels
of success. The number one reason why you die inside is that you severely
underestimate your own abilities. You believe all the lies you have been told
about yourself by others during your lifetime and you have eventually become
bitter and not better”. The message was cranky and obtuse to him, but deep down
his capillaries, it dissolved into the energy he needed to live. He knew every
time he hated something, then the things he disliked was helpful and good. That
was his way of gauging things.
“The moment you sit back
complacently, the more you become useless. You lose your focus, your goals and your
destiny in life. You become feathers that are blown anywhere with the wind and
land yourself into deep waters of sorrow. You need at all times to be
persistence with our desire because; desire is only true when you are prepared to
pay the price to achieve it. You need to be ready to take risks and close down
all distractions that are looming around you and focus at the bright light at
the end of the tunnel. The journey may not be easy, but the undertaking is
worthy employing, remembering that “God’s delays are not God’s denials”. With
time, your time will come too. You need to realize that, anything in life is a
risk. And only when you come to terms with this, can you realize how formidable
you are for victory” the heart propounded. The boy was dared. His ego was
fussing. But he suddenly educed Henze’s collection of works entitled Insights. One poem, called Risk reflected in his mind exactly the
way he read it several years ago:
To laugh
is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep
is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach
out is to risk involvement.
To expose
feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place
your ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk their love.
To love
is to risk not being loved in turn.
To live
is to risk dying.
To hope
is to risk despair.
To try is
to risk failure.
But the
greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.
The one
who risks nothing does nothing and has nothing and finally is nothing.
He may
avoid suffering and sorrow.
But he
simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.
Chained
by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited freedom.
Only one
who risks is free!
“This is the true nature of
real humanity. Only those who take risks, get what they want in life. When you
left the Stool, you had to risk being away from your beautiful family and your comfortable
abode and beautiful property and friends around. I your heart was bleeding, but
the risk was worthy taking for I your heart knew, when the time of reckoning
comes, all the risks taken, will not even matter, because none of you would
even remember them, for only happiness and togetherness would be the order of
the day. You would have missed one other so much, but the rewards would be
greater than the times you were apart” the softly spoke as if consoling him.
The boy was stiff-necked with derision. The pitiful past drained his energy. He
disdained looking back at it. But it was so easy for the heart to remember and
remind him of it.
“The only formula that makes
all humans to succeed in achieving their destiny is in never saying die. Never,
ever give up because victory and triumphs are the fruits of persistence,
strength of mind and firmness. You need to believe in what you are looking for
and tell the world that, nothing will stop you from getting it” the heart
encouraged. And the boy’s mind flushed out memories of Mike Lipkin’s words, ‘We
become what we believe. If you believe that you are not destined for greatest,
then you will die mediocre. But if you truly believe that you are the greatest,
and you are willing to do whatever it takes to prove your beliefs to the world,
you will become great!’
“Your level of happiness is a
function of the meaning you attach to what happens to you, and if you
consistently apply negative meaning to events around us, you will be consistently
miserable, anxious and frustrated” the heart added to his thoughts that were
already in the reformatted state, ready to load that which was new and
usable.
“The quicker you let go of old cheese the sooner you
find new cheese.”- Dr.
Spencer Johnson
4
THE cross-road was mild with shades of trees as the
rays of the sun slant, hitting the boy on the back from the western angle of
the dome. His eyes were shut. They were so itchy and bloody red. He couldn’t
face the cool breeze that blew from the east as it chased the lowering ball of
sun in the west. His body was greasily shimmering with the effects of flames of
mid-day heat. From a far distance, he could hear the cooing of the roosters as
they returned from their daily perking. His back was warmer and dry, as the
somber rays of the sun dried the remains of the dripping sweat from his body.
There he was; standing from on the junction from morning facing the east like a
gate parade guard at Burking House Palace. Nothing seemed wrong, but everything
seemed awkward though. Who could be normal and still paraded himself the way he
did in the middle of the bush like a maniac? Maybe he was demented after all.
But all those thoughts never meant anything to him. He believed in fate. At
least for that while then. He would never go against anything that he would not
control. So he had to let nature be his guide.
“What next now; was your
question remember?” the heart softly spoke as if waking up from slumber. “You
asked yourself as you sat on that small Stool, oblivious of what to do next,
now that it all came so unexpected to you. You opted for a fight that would last
as long as you breathed and for the next five days, you were totally confused.
What had happened to you was a bolt from a blue. In actual matter of fact, you didn’t
know what to do next. It was like walking in darkness and you lose your way and
hit into a wall. What a loud scream, that would have been from such a painful
smack! And I totally empathize with you” the heart spoke, bit by bit gaining
strength in its tone.
“Foolishly the longer
you sat idly lost in filthy thoughts, the more hopeless and useless you became.
Your life had come to a standstill. You were swallowed up in anger, hurt and
disgust. All what you wanted to do was to let it out on someone. Desperation
stalked in and eventually fear followed; you were getting mad. All that was in
you, was “why you?” This wasn’t the right route to take, because you were going
backwards, instead of forward. You were in limbo locked up in horns of
indecisions”. The boy ran his mind round his whole body. He could not feel his
existence. He was like numb. He had gone over what the heart was reminding him,
and it was getting on his nerves hearing about it again. But he needed to keep
his cool, if he had to understand the heart’s intentions.
“Someone needed to take the
blame and mend your broken life. It was a wrong bed to lie on. Everyone so
often times hit a snug like you did. And everyone insistently suffer from
insomnia. Your mind get tangled into all sorts of negativity, blamefulness,
desperation and indecision. Instead of getting up and getting dressed, you sit
down and remain naked. Instead of breathing a deep breath of relief, you breathe
out hot air that makes you sweat the hell out of you. Instead of answering,
“yes sir I am gone, thank you!” you go round noising out your self-pity blaming
everyone for the misfortune. Meanwhile, time is ticking; and as you know time
lost has to be caught up with; and only the strong minded, are able to beat it”
the heart hastily retorted. The boy was calm trying by all hustles to keep
contented.
“Listen to me, and learn
wisely. When you hit a snug you must act fast, and fast enough to move with
time. Don’t let time take away your ability to survive. Don’t let time robe you
of your energy to face the bull by its horns. Don’t allow self-pity engulf you
into silly tears. When you hit a snug, ask yourself, ‘what is so good in this
bad situation?’ Stand up and scrutinize your problem to find a silver lining in
it; because it’s from this point you can get to understand yourself better. You
need always to know that, nothing happens for nothing. Everything that you
encounter in your life is timed and was meant to happen, because of what you
put in our mind days or years earlier. If you sow negative thoughts that time,
you end up getting yourself into bad situations. If you sow positivity, you
find yourself excelling in almost everything you do”. He had heard about that
before, but he had never given it any serious thought. He had thought it was
one of those statements coming out of drunken stupors. But the heart then was
repeating it to him. That signified importance on the matter.
“So when you hit a snug, dress
up and say, ‘Next destination, here I come. Thank you so much Mr. Former
Destination for giving me a life and experience. Your gifts will be my
strengths’. Make a quick decision; the ones businessmen call, immediate goals
to make you move a step ahead before you design long term goals. Don’t waste
time being a cry baby, thinking that your life is now reaching a dead end. We
were all born to be free and to live happily. The quickest way for you to forget
your situation is to remove all the grudges you have had in in me your heart
against anyone you felt was involved in your misfortune”. The boy let out a
heavy and thick air of resignation. Some things were too hard to forget; he
needed time to go pass them. They were so nasty and mind blowing to just tune
them off his mind. They made him sink so low that even goats could blurt at him
with shame. And the heart was telling him to overlook them instantly.
“Grudges, hate, jealousy and
revenge, are all branches of misdemeanor to your success. They are burdens that
will make you restless and force you to sit down and stay naked. The moment you
forgive yourself for anything that you hated about yourself, then be ready to
forgive anyone you felt that they wronged you. And always ask for forgiveness
from anyone you wronged. This spirit will make you freer. You will walk your
talk and me; your heart will ever be at peace. It doesn’t matter if those you
ask for forgiveness forgive you or not. It’s their burden to carry if they feel
they don’t want to forgive you. You will have done your job, and ready to
explore the world and be a new person. In this way, your omens will gather and
give you your next destination, faster than you would have expected. That’s the
true picture of life. You can’t get what you want when me your heart is loaded
with things that are enslaving you. I suffocate as well and transmit the
suffocation to your whole bodily system”. It progressively made sense to the
boy. If the heart was the anchor of life, and then it found itself suffering
because of what he thought about life, then anything that his mind harbored was
stored in the heart, and eventually that affected his whole life.
“When you hit a snug, the
quicker you make a decision the better and the quicker you will find your next
destination; depending on what you want to happen to you anyway. If you want to
die of frustration, then stay in denial and pity yourself. Sit down naked in
shame and don’t make any slight movement; and depression will be your best
friend in such a situation. In achieving our destiny you need to accept our
current situations and look forward to that which you want to have. You need to
take a first step into looking for it, believing as you go that you will
actually find it. Staying in a limbo akimbo will not help you realize the
greatness you have within you. Blessings come in all sorts of ways and it’s your
duty to discover them and take advantage of them” the heart stood still. And
for a second he could feel his lungs filling up. He was finding it difficult to
breath. He then realized that, he could not do without it, and if he needed it
so much then it could not lie to him. It spoke to him so he could take the best
course of action in his life. Abruptly the words of Paulo Coelho echoed in his
mind, ‘Every blessing ignored becomes a curse’. Then heart started pumping
again. It was a test perhaps. The boy realized that if one got swallowed up
into indecision, when they are supposed to be pro-active and energetic, they denied
themselves the golden chances of recognizing blessings when they were knocking
on the doors of their lives. He remembered the book Mampodi written by Mike
Lipkins; at one page it said, ‘If you are going to go, go. If you are going to
stay, stay’. It was so challenging to him. He realized how important yet hard
it was to make decisions when options were so limited. He was there almost half
day on the cross-road, trying to figure out the right path to follow; yet he
couldn’t yet make a resolve. ‘Life is beautiful’, he murmured to himself.
“If you are going to do it, do
it. Decide to decide. Nothing will kill you faster than indecision” the heart
spelled out, and the boy recalled exactly Spencer Johnson’s Who Moved My Cheese, ‘The quicker you
let go of old cheese the sooner you find new cheese.’
“You need to let go of the
past or be doomed to the past because the number one quality you need to thrive
on in the future is flexibility – the flexibility to keep trying new approaches
until you discover one that is yours” the heart taught. The boy for the first
time in such a long time, he cleared his throat. The sun was just a reddish
ball of impotent fire blinking lifelessly behind the trees in the west.
“Imagining myself enjoying the cheese even before I
find it, leads me to it” - Dr. Johnson
5
DARKNESS approached the cross-road like a hungry
hawk preying on chicks whose mother hen has been slaughtered by the owner to
please a town visitor. The sun had sunk below the western hemisphere, and the
trees around were enlivened up by the noise of nocturnal wild creatures that
had been sleeping all day long. The boy slowly but surely opened his eyes. It
was brighter than the darkness of his closed eyes yet it was half past the hour
after sunset. He had to make a decision. The four paths had to be abandoned.
The heart had told him so much about making decisions. He couldn’t be there any
longer; he had to decide to decide. He recalled the character in the book of The Alchemist who said that everything
in life had its price; and that when each day was the same as the next, it was
because people failed to recognize the good things that happened in their lives
every day that the sun rose. The character had gone on saying that people needed
to forget about the future and live each day according to the teachings,
confident that God loved his children because each day in itself brought with
it an eternity. Without any second thoughts, the boy turned and walked back the
way he had come with. He knew that when one got lost, the best way to find home
was to go back where they lost missed the way and start all over again.
“No matter how hard the times,
if you live each day at a time, know exactly what you want in life, why
shouldn’t you have it when it’s there? The price of a soccer player who trains
consistently is scoring goals. The price of studying so hard at school is not
just passing an exam but also being knowledgeable and intelligent. The price of
eagerly fighting for something in life is having it. The price of being idle is
starving, laziness, dull and always a loser” the heart drummed as he walked
steadily to the west balancing himself on the lone path as he tried to familiarize
his eyes with the enveloping night.
“Each day you live is not the
same as the day before. And it’s only when you see yourself living in abundance
that you are able to see the difference each day brings along. When you focus
on what you want to achieve, and see yourself achieving it, you let all your
energies to start galloping towards your achievement. You start seeing yourself
happy, excited and jubilant because you are living your destiny already.
He walked on, his eyes more
awake than before; his mind more alert than ever; yet his heart was the most
active of all organs in him. He tried to make connections between his brain,
mind, body and heart, when suddenly a stroke of thought flashed in his
mind. ‘Give every person more in use
value than you take from them in cash value’. He read it in one of Wallace Wattles’ books The Science of Getting Rich explaining the theory that never take
money from anyone without giving more in use value than the money you are
receiving in your job, in your business, and in every part of your life. The
principle always caught his mind and made him to wake up each day with a fully
blown out eagerness to come up with brilliant ideas on anything and most often
bizarre ideas that left many dumb found were always created.
“When you sit down and dream
about your dreams; seeing yourself achieving that, which you see in our dreams,
not long enough do you actually see your dreams manifesting. The only problem
is that you so often don’t realize that each person has a treasure in life they
are waiting to have. Have you forgotten the writings of Paulo? In one book he
describes us the hearts as he says; ‘We people’s hearts seldom say much about
those treasures because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak
of them only to children. Later we simply let life proceed in its own direction
toward its own fate. But unfortunately very few of you follow the path laid out
for you – the path to you destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the
world as a threatening place and because they do, the world turns out indeed to
be a threatening place. So we their hearts speak more and more softly. We never
stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t
want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts’”. The heart spoke
as it thudded hard against the boy’s left part of the chest making him stop. A
snake stood its head high in the air waiting for him to come closer so it could
strike. He realized the thudding was a warning. He stood there for a while looking
at it with curious eyes and it nonchalantly withdrew its head to the ground and
crawled away into the bush. He learnt that in the eyes lay the power of the
soul of man. When directed at a weaker soul, that soul submits.
“You realized this early on, and
that helped you when you left the Stool, you easily got ‘accepted’, and you
listened to me, your heart and discovered that I had a lot of secrets for you
to follow. But you chose one secret that was most astounding; that’s the secret
to achieve your destiny. You started to focus on it, dreaming your dream,
visualizing your mission and destination, day by day, each day was becoming
brighter and brighter; you were growing into full happiness and you realized
you were on the right path. The path set out for you by me your heart. You
could hear my voice, the way you do now, louder and louder and you were ready to
take whatever it was to reach out to your destiny; just in that process, you
were already a winner because you could see the light of your destiny at the
end of the tunnel. You then believed, imagination is indeed the preview of the
life to come” the heart complimented. And the boy smiled in the thick darkness
of the night. The path was through a maze of fine stones and thick shrubs, yet
he could not feel the pain of the rough ground or the scarily atmosphere of the
surrounding. The one sided conversation with the heart was getting inspiring.
The thought of Johnson’s words, ‘Imagining myself enjoying the cheese even
before I find it, leads me to it’, filled his soul with magnanimous witty and
bliss.
“Because it’s the smell of the
well prepared meal that will make you salivate and be urged to find means and
ways of eating that meal; because what life is without dreams? It’s the
possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting” the heart
responded as if reading his thoughts. And the boy clogged on another memory
from Ralph Rolls in his writings Image
and Imagination where a poet called imagination ‘that inward eye’ where man
could see beyond himself, beyond his immediate environment and circumstances;
where he could see a picture in his mind and then make the picture into
something more real, more concrete outside himself – a painting, a sculpture, a
machine, a building, a bowl, a design, a poem, a play, a story, a loaf of
bread. Where the inner vision could be transformed into a work, a creation that
man a creator calling this process of being creative as what makes man
distinctively human.
“One wise man explains that, ‘Imagination
is more important than knowledge because imagination is what you do with
knowledge’ because if dreaming is the way you keep our spirit alive, imagination
is the way you guarantee the achievement of your desired results. In your own
mind you can be whoever and whatever you want to be. You can amaze and
dumbfound others and then you can go out there and do it in reality and
celebrate your victory” the heart promulgated. The listened as he walked mindlessly. His thoughts
were sparkly out numerous bits of enigmatic inundated ideas. Mike Lipkin’s
writing, ‘true miracles happen on the inside when we change the way we look at
the outside’ cross his medulla. He realized that the moment one changed their
attitudes towards life; they then experienced a massive shift of internal energy
from negative to positive.
“For every problem there is a
solution. For every rogue there is an angel. The challenge for you is to
sustain your beliefs during the dark times; to focus on the rose while
acknowledging the thorns because without pain there would be no pleasure. Without
loss, there would be no victory.” The boy smiled as he heard the heart console
him. Doubt would sometime blanket his reasoning, but other times like those, he
would feel so livened up and inspired so much that he would fly without any
troubles.
“that’s the very principle
Christians follow that, through Jesus’ death they got salvation; that every
time they look at the cross, they celebrate His victory of conquering death and
bringing salvation to mankind. Meaning that even the time Jesus was nailed to
the cross he was already a winner because he accepted his situation with glory
and through that happiness came sustained victory for us mankind. We hearts
mostly help those who are trying to realize their destinies” the heart
explained. And the boy stopped his hands akimbo with gratitude. He released his
journey into nowhere, had purpose; an aim to liberate him from whatever it was
that he needed to be free from. And he was determined to see it through.
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