I didn’t plan to write today!
Over the last few weeks I have had to practically squeeze out 100 words, 400 words, 1,700 words and finally over 2,500 words for a research paper I would be submitting in the next few days…. I hit 2,551 words at some minutes to 12 pm yesterday- it was one of the highs of my day. So trust me when I say writing is the least thing I wanna do today!
However, in the last few weeks I have done a little more than writing a 2,500 word research paper… I have been looking less at things, listening more and reflecting a lot lot lot more. Now all of my less looking, more listening, and more reflecting acts have brought me to conclude thus: In the end (the final final inevitable end)… these bodies of ours will return to dust, our souls will stand to give an account and we would be judged by the things we have done and thankfully by how we have used the grace made available.
Now our fates have been spelt out already- it is black or white no-no shades of grey-Just black or white.
Although we- you and I- are fully aware of the boldly written fact above, we many times tend to forget the often unceremonial, sudden, solemn events that could lead us to either gates. We get caught up with answering phone calls, replying emails, reading the news, sighing and hmming, taking showers, eating akara and agege bread, driving through tightly packed roads, looking for the next employer, looking for the light-bulb-idea that would break us out of the shackles of employment, cursing government officials, jumping yellow buses and reading blog posts…. These things all unique and sometimes necessary in themselves make us oblivious about the inevitable end.
I remember having a chat with a friend of mine and he continuously lamented over the overly simplistic manner in which a life is taken- no drum rolls, no trumpet sounds, no thunderstorm or sparks in the skies and definitely no soundtrack like we hear in the movies. It just happens…
The rest move on.
Now do we need to wear this around our necks all the time? Maybe not… where oh where is the spontaneity that makes life fun? I am one of those who advocate the need to run wild every now n then (clean wild though). But in all, we cannot but accept the necessity to be more conscious of the things that are most important (that man you call husband, the mother who did the best she knew how, the guitar gathering dust in your garage, the old beggar you walk past every day, that chick that makes your world go round.. the brother you cannot help but love, the person inside of you waiting to be released and most importantly God our father).
If only we gave life a little more thought, we would spend our minutes differently. We would remember to catch our words before they spew out, we would run back to mend broken pasts, we would see things, events, people a lot more differently…
We would love freely
We would truly live regardless
We would try to be more like Christ everyday
Cos it’s the only way to go through white and not the other….
PS: Life isn’t like a bank account…. We don’t get alerts on what we have spent and what is left…
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