Serious faces, tight shoes
Tight smile, tight life
Handshakes, dry days
When we pause enough, we realize the seeming monotony of our days. If we stop enough, we may question life itself, like why the rush to nowhere. Or why we have to do something. Is it because that is what the society expects or because we do not have any other thing to do?
Eight, nine, five
Life’s speeding non-stop
Six, twelve, six
Sleep, dream, cease.
When we stop enough to take a walk, stare at migrating birds or sing off-key; when we stop enough to do the things that are not expected of us, we may wonder why we have to do the other things. But most times, we never stop enough.
Money, please money must be made
After we’ll play life at its game
Money, money first
Then all will migrate.
It’s like there’s a day we cannot remember when we suddenly grow up and realize that we have dreams and we want or need to be somebody, mostly to prove something: We want to live better lives than our parents, or want to be seen as smart, or we just want to live a life unwasted, or maybe because we do not want to go to hell.
The things we choose to do, or not to do, take up our life. It is like a ball that inflates and threatens to suck out our life. We cough, we struggle, we try to breathe, for if not we die, but no mortal death.
But as we try
Let us strive
As we strive
Let us run
Let us run
With ourself:
Me with me
And you with you
For in truth
There really is no race at all.
Life has been described as a race, true, but the whole point should never be trying to be better than others. Instead we should strive to outdo our seeming best; we should never settle. As we try to be better, let us choose integrity. Let us try to love others and think the best of them. Let us choose to love, for that really is the greatest achievement of all.
As we try,
Let us remember to live life
And not just survive.
Tawose Jumoke
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