Write this question onto your heart
What kind of story do you choose?
An inspiring sober sonnet,
Or, an old, insinuating elegy that is odd?

The world is a face of colors
Luring, beautiful and charming calls,
Threatening and displeasing gallows,
What kind of story do you choose?

What will your face read?
To where will your words lead?
Which voice will you heed?
What perspective will your considerate actions seed?

What will I see when I look into your eyes
Will I find warmth, welcome and ease?
Will I see compassion, empathy and love?
Will my being, in your being, find a yes?

What is your focus my dear friend!
I wonder into the means and the ends
What is your goal, craving or commitment?
Can it be accomplished with the resentment?

Life is too short for the unnecessary
The time has come to choose a story
I will walk on transforming ways without fury
A developmental legacy for my anniversary

A story not like the looking for a pin in a haystack
For I know how not to get stuck
Knowing what I want front and back
I refuse, in irrationality and fear, to get suck.

I let my hands, open and outstretched
Anchored on self-love, I have decided
I want to explore, taste and get tested
To use my potential and soar like an eagle

I long to reach and touch your heart
I wish to share in your fears and hurts
I hope we see why to stop the shots
And with the little question embraced
Why and how am I your sad story?

Dedicated for the souls that help and yearn to help them those affected and the infected.

I am forced to abandon lies
I am tired of sitting on dirty like the flies
I am tired of using euphemisms
I can no longer watch it as it fries.

How I long for the sigh
But for the fast secured ties
My nose and mouth grrrrrh!
How I yearn for the relief.

Around me are moving reeds
Emaciated and depreciated chiefs
Surrounded by wish for seeds
Seeds for hope in all the needs

Skinny and bony, a client moves in
No age and no status not signed in
The vulnerable orphans with the calling frown
Where are the seeds to be sown?

And in all this I am, a pure blight and leech
Praying for the relevant bridge
For I desire to reach and touch
Against my own neediness to accost the scourge.

I wonder why I am, here and now
More or less like a rotting yam
After a just a few years of making in on the farm
This state comes to me without shame.

I do not have tears to suit
But questions tear at my heart
I thought it was my time to bloom
Will I not have the chance to blossom?

I wonder, ‘why life?’
Sweet cruel and short life
More sweet than a honey hive
More cruel and piercing than a butcher’s knife

Today I am here, here with a laugh
It is my today, when I should hope for love
And, yes, I see love in the chaff
But none of the love seeps through the rough.

It was never my mistake
I never planned that I would take ARVS
But even with them, what is my hope
I can not help but to think of the dismal end.

I know that many are going even now
Not necessarily because they are suffering
Some it is through accidents and other malfunctions
But why me, in the ‘here’ and ‘now’?

Dear lord I come with a song
Why is it just ripe that I think of it?
Because daily it is a possibility
Don’t you think I am still young?

A tribute to a friend, who is down with the syndrome.

One mile after another, I gallop down the lane of fate
One is struggling for a steady throttle
Another is struggling to afford a stagger
One gulps a special down while other counts pangs.


Look at the sweet handsome teenager
So young and innocent in living
But frying in the burning bowl
For the father made the little mistake.

Who will cry for this poor orphan?
The widow followed the spouse without shame
Like a condemned sheep he waits
Hoping there will someone for the ceremony.

The body is all covered in skin cancer
The headaches and malarias
No disease gives up in the competition
The end is … close… I suppose.

I write about foolish living
One is struggling just to see another day
Another is in the bleus on the beach
This is mankind’s story.

It has taken me too long to recognise
Yet that is a judgement that lacks in my recognition
The recognition that brings me to understanding
I understand in having captured the moment.

I write about capturing the moment
The moment when I am fully involved
Totally dedicated and moved
To the awareness and beholding of only one

A step at a time and it falls into the whole
The next step comes and it falls into the hole
A hole in which the sole moment exists
That in which I am as lost in the whole.

I have tried to cling to that knowledge
How I struggle to get the acknowledgement
Rather than being there, the chatter box rattles about disappointments
Misusing the purpose of auto-transcendence through restlessness.

How long it has taken me to remember
That all passes away into the great nothingness
No being or way of being will ever be
Except for what lies beyond beings.

Look, in this moment, hear, see and touch
Get into the awareness and feel the emptiness
The hollow that sucks with swiftness
The nothing that swallows all into silence

It is only by looking beyond beings
Looking with the heart and capturing
That we commune with the act of being of our being
That which is the being of all beings.

In wonder and awe we realise
That all falls into the nothing that is Being
The extension that flows beyond every beings
The beyond beings that is to be of all beings.

In this union, shall we not talk of bliss?
In the absence that allows us to stand out
Standing out as an a molecule of water in the ocean
We do our bit wilfully and willingly surrender to being.

THE GULLY BETWEEN
Poor are those who accept poverty
It is a disease offered on a silver platter
The lazy and the un-motivated complacent salivate
And sink their dirty teeth with relish into poverty

They learn to be helpless
Every day they rant ‘ isn’t it awful’
They look at nothing
Lest they see what is

Between success and failure lies a little gully
It is a small little gully
The creative jump and put a log over it
The poor sit gloomy wishing they could be over it

I now know and knowing is power
There are those closed in their belief cocoons
The not criticised premises of their premises their dismay
Every day they rant about what is not.

Power is only to the measure of the impact
The beauty of speech is measured in effect
My value is in my investing myself
Never will it be in my giving up!

The measure to which one uses his capacity
Is the measure to which others will use his capacity
A difference can never be made in life unless one acts
Effects only flow from a course of action.

ALL THE BEST! BE BLESSED! AND THANKS!

These metaphors, i still cry out. i have already shared about the second and the first person. it would do more harm than good if i did not consider the first person- the person.
The person of God who is God the father, is the most intriguing but unravellable person to discuss. here the is-not of the metaphor is most distinct. how will i deal with this? do i have any grounds by which to claim understanding on She/He or It.

From discursing the third person, i tried to show that nothing stands in my way to conclude and say that S/He/It is matter and all that trascends it. But He/She/It is a being indipendent of all else yet all else flows from S/He/It.

How does that sound in the face of the proclaimed i.e God the father the son and the holy spirit. He/she/It is immanenence and trascendence that moves all that appears to us in our proximity and all that eludes us.

It occurs to me that i have to accept my humanity. Contigent i am, let God be God. and with my limited language rooted in contigency, what metaphor will catch the face of God. God the father, the son and the holy spirit does but alot is to be desired.

He/she/it is mystery, a presence, an absence and a call. Jesus captured this more than many religeous leaders of his time. Is that to say we can eguate him with He/She/ It? - i am yet to tell.

And his spirit is the immanence and the trascendence that touches our souls that calls on our souls. Does it mean that every claim that every human being makes in the name of The holy spirit is actually His revelation? How then shall we understand God as revealing himself?

Having already considered the second person, the Son and the questions that arise for me, i proceed to consider the holy spirit.

what is spirit- again history will tell how it came to be used as a word and what it signifies.
But my guestion is, what is the spirit as one of the persons in one God. do we use the word person here in the same sense as we use the word person to refer to the individual entity that makes this particular wo/man what s/he to be what s/he is?

Could it be that the refference is metaphorical- for we know God as absolute spirit and not physical. But who again said that? Maybe God spirit is more that what the word spirit signifies. can we attribute physicalness to God?

What will prevent me from thinking of God as the all in all- the totality. He is all that is physical, all that holds the physical together- the dynamism in matter and all that trascends that. S/he/It is all that is immanent and trascendent- and our use of the word spirit as we understand it is our desire to capture such a complex reality!

Believing and sure that history is our savior, i can not avoid the guestions that the wise ones dealt with. Let us start this way. I am a convinced christian, which means that i believe that Jesus christ is the way to God or what jesus christ taught, followed in entirety, can afford me a good life.

But i meet with doctrines and guestions about the person of christ. In one God are three persons that make one person. what should i make of these persons in one? the way the word person is used in refference to God and the way it is used in refference to my fellow other human being, is it the same? personhood as a universal, what does it signify?

I would understand if someone explained the difference in refference while using the same word person, and ofcourse there are the limitations of language, but what justice does that do to reality.

Am i imposing meaning or using the word person metaphorically in refference to God or that is the reality? does this explain in any way the humanity as well as the divinity of jesus? was he two persons/ two natures in one or one person. Is jesus' claim on divine nature the same as my human claim of spiritualness or divineness?

Is jesus my brother(human) or brother in a metaphorical way in the sense that he captures and reveals through his teachings what it means by our being born in God's image and likeness? is he my friend? or he is my God - the necesary being. as i answer this for myself, i invite you to reason it out with me and help me as i seek more knowledge and clarity. thanks

to meet with history is like meeting with the saviour. How blessed/saved are those who sit and learn at the lap of the saviour- for the purpose of a savior is to save.

To hear about the old heroes, the old oldies in their beauty and their evilness. that directs our delicate and vulnerable self towards better ways of self-actualising. I hope to learn, someone tell me the history of learning so that i may know what to learn, that which will be useful, will empower me and direct me towards my ultimate purpose in living. I hope you share in my desire if not, visit mr. history and you will understand the passion that burns in me.

I WISH
I should have told you
How beautiful you are
With those eyes
Brown black beans floating in milk
Those cheeks
With complementing dimples
When you smile
And those diamond-sparkling teeth
With a bewitching gap

I should have told you
What a jewel you are to me
How my heart skips a beat
When I look in your brown face
How my eyes follow
Your long, black, African hair
Like a horse’s mane
Falling on the shoulders

I should have told you
How a thought of you
Brightens my day

A sweet house was set.
The best, above whom there’s none, did the job.
The last word on each one’s lips to sleep
Every single person could not stop marveling.

The owner bubbled with humor and cheerfulness
The doors were always ajar in welcome
Laughter always rolling, filling in joyfulness,
Every single person in town felt at home

A small storm raged, one that pulls down trees.
The frightened ran to the house for refuge
Excusing themselves by raging, criticizing and blaming,
They blamed the house owner for not being like them.

The owner wallowed in rejection and aggression
Afflicted by a pain of rejection, followed a dissertation
The owner chose to be like the rest
The house’s doors closed and it became desolate

For long the owner survived like the rest
They that had shamed him by their criticisms
Well clad in a shame and rage vest
The owner resigned to learned helplessness.

The heart bled with grief
Pain pangs festered from the loss reef
He developed a self-contemptuous sieve
So that nothing but bad feelings to achieve

Look around and you will see
The owner came out of hiding to observe the sea
He witnessed a storm rage but to subside
Only then, was he discovered.


What was his wrong?
Why had he, in misery, come along,
To live a life of slippery hopes
When he had been bestowed with a beautiful house?

Go and open your house
Air will flow and freedom will prevail
There will be no torment in the heart or a hassle
And the rest will come in and joy will unveil.

I believe in me born in a special way to my parents
In all wisdom and insights
I am a unique, special and wonderful individual
I am the only me that will ever be in actuality.

I believe in me
One in every possible way gifted
Above all gifts are the freedoms
Endowed and enhanced in freedom, the capacity for auto-determination.

I believe in me who can
For I am endowed and my endower lives
I have all it takes
I am a perfection that can perfect.

I believe in the independent me
An independence that stems from authenticity
Authentic love as a condition for inter-relation
The inter-dependence, which provides for me to be myself.

I believe in me who will bloom
I know of my vulnerability
What is not perfect yet will show the way
As I work in the hope of self-actualization.

I have decided to reform
Knowing myself as the reformer
To cut away from all forms and formatters
That do not empower but create pain forms.

What is my desire or dreams?
To inspire by example it seems,
To challenge towards development
Towards continuous and never-ending improvement.

If I have a chance to live a day
It will take a day to be a past decoy
It may just be no more than today
Why not be happy in the here and now?

My vision- to see all people ‘walking tall’
All sorts of mishaps may rage and toll
But the heart that appreciates the happy fall
All in peace, love and unity to roll.

I believe in ‘God’s creation’
We are all creatures no matter the rations
We all exude beauty in the decoration
That all evoke awe on inspection.

Never will I succumb to self- pity
Negative thought and beliefs not my pillow,
Never will I dwell on my limitatations
It only kills my passion will power.

I believe I am gifted, I have potential
Breaking the pattern and having only empowering references,
With the right beliefs, rules and values
My star will shine, illumining the nations.

To be perfect as the father is perfect
I have to know myself and all possible else
And to do good and avoid evil
I will love others as I love myself.

To be pure of heart and clear of conscience
I have to do to others what I would will for myself.
I will throw the first stone if I not a sinner
Give to man what belongs to man.

To be fully alive
I will live by the truth which sets free
I will do my best in humility
I will let God be God

I will seek to be the authentic me
I will not try to hide out of shame
I will not act shameless out of fear
I will not be crippled by grief.

For all I do not like
What does it teach me about my likes?
Criticisms will come,
But are mistakes not to human?

Each day opens availing the opportunities
Let me master the power of decision
Seek enlightenment and change
To fulfill me, empower and add joy
This is the life I want.

One of the days, it was raining cats and dogs
I was in a room full of flying words hard as rocks
Would I risk the stepping out to soak
Would I wait and put on my ears and heart some locks.

It reminds me of the storm at sea
When one tries in-between odds to see
Remaining in the boat being towed by large waves
Or breaking loose, jumping to swim, hoping for saviours.

And why should I or why should i not?
What is the cost of the donated coat?
Should I not move towards a hard earned goat,
That is the stake on board.

till laters!

The wound was dirty and nasty
The affected wound a rag that was fluffy
Soon the rag became sooty
With an oozing pus that looked fatty.

The onlookers saw the misery
Among them arose seekers in midwifery
With the aim of delivering the baby
Without differing, things remained soapy.

They sent out the unwanted, wanted goodies
They send out supervisory, emisaries and lords
To mastermind the ressurection plan
But with minds that take the rare, enjoying the fun.

Now, they will talk of marshal plans
How nice to hear the talk and psalms
But before you cure the disease
Why not ask the diseased?

They know when and how the wounds began
They have seen all the salvation guns
And witnessed every shot in the name of help
Africa, if that is your story, it is not a flop.

I have seen kites and the eagles
They all scale the skies in circles
They rise elegantly and mightly
Non can quess that it is sourely.

That they are miniscle in this universe
Not in totality can they manage to traverse
When much is still to be done
By laws of nature they succumb to a return

Words can and will not break bones
Whether by word of mouth or by phones
But only by one word is one saved
And by one word, one is ravaged.

The world remains strong and un-yielding
Never tiring in watching and waiting
The day of coming down comes
Gradually, on the mind, infallibility dawns.

Dear mother all in all, i beseech
Whose mother denounced even the son who is beserk?
Even when her nerves creek
She never forgot, angers brakes to screach.

well, it seems that each one is to error
Does that reduce the horor?
But for the expressed sorrow
You will wipe away the creases and furrows.

That is our hope dear mother
We need you dear soother
For all around is no smoother
Maybe, the why we falter.

I just wonder if you hear them
I just wonder if you harrass any
I just wonder about penalties
Just wondering if there are hells!

I thought that I was just being logical!
Neither did I want it metaphorical now ironical
I thought I was just being empirical
I did not want it to be satirical.

What a goo, a dog, that turns on its vomits
Was I not supposed to soar to the summits
That is why I was playing the smarts
Appointing myself, sure that it lasts.

I even was able to turn against all
With a skeptical eye making the call
Crushing and turning, leaving none to stall
Not only here, but even beyond the all in all.

With a thud landing into waste
The waste that indimidates eyes and taste
A contigent being, why did I think I can test?
That which, The all in all detests!

Slowly they come fencing in
With genuine consern and feining
With all promises, our brain fanning
Finding oneself in a mental ghetto.

The prophet termed it hedonism
That is why the altruism?
That is our ancestors' system
Setting oneself in the mental grip

It is that I say it in my place
No wonder you also say that in your palace
And they say what we can not trace
And we find others in mental abandon.

Truth or opinion, what are the facts?
The more we particularise our acts
And see others points as only facades
No surprise! that is the little prison.

I have neither met nor seen you
but each day i come to you
and reach for the you in you
i could not be closer than i am to you.

It is not just my reaching
but my meeting you out fetching
outstretched arms and glittering eyes searching
I know one day i will be seeing.

the thoughts come and push
Against the wall they bash
I am squeezed and i feel the pressure
the pressure of the desired in leisure.

my dream is that heavens will open
sacred ever one and the same with profane
with only one genesis proven
together we shall fry in one oven
I think we shall be fully human.

I am here because i seek liberation
I am here because i seek revelation
I am here because i desire the revolution
I am here to face the rebellion.

I was born in a time and age
I was shown the lines of a sage
I was sworn against lines of rage
I am here to seek the courage

To be able, with confidence, to seek
To be enabled, with joy, to speak
To be able, ofcourse, to condemn the fake
To point out, all that makes humanity sick

I am here drowned in silence
I am here against the noise and the nuisance
I am here to frown at the fences
I am here that i may face humanity without lenses.
that is my dream and my hope.

Today was interesting, my football team, i was playing and made terrible mistakes, was thrashed thoroughly. It left me with injury and also shame. It occured to me that sometimes we have to do with defeat. it is terrible but then what to do. but still there is something to learn atleast. and that is the benefit of what would have been otherwise a failure and no more. it is interesting that we can always learn from the worst of moments. some are born lame, some are born to be that way. but it is interesting that apart from the physical evil or whatever evil even a psychological disorder, we learn something from the experience of being so.
ya! i have tried to rationalise my defeat so but surely i have learnt and i am happy.

I see them, their situation tells me of nothingness. i am frustrated and insinuated by their pathetic situation. suffering, suffering and suffering, why All these evil? i bring my beliefs into the situations. i want my beliefs to suit the situation. God is all powerful, merciful, omnicient and generally- Love. in suffering there is pain,desolation,despair and generally- no Love. therefore, God is not, in suffering.
But they in the situation experience being. they feel lifted to a level beyond suffering. that in the same suffering, they are consoled and are somehow at home. they ascribe to a beyond the suffering, hope and trust.
The evil drives to atheism, the evil drives to theism. in suffering we see the beyond, in suffering all is nothing. this is the real paradox. the real paradox that leads to the question of life.

Her stomach was capital D in three dimensions.
Was it by chance or as a result of deliberations?
Was it by chance or a result of predestination?
she moved around, an epitome of frustrations

she looked at the boy friend
He who had forced, phrased and seduced
but in her weakness she voluntarily yielded
yes,was it by chance that it was like that?

Or it was by chance that chance had it like that
by chance, then we need not blame
so, will mother kenya lack one to blame,
In this globalized circumstances,
Not even colonialism or neo-colonialism.

Does lack of interference entail Humanity not creating or coming up with anything? What if it is in human's nature that they come up with or create the so reffered to as intereferences. it will be un-natural of humanity if we created or conjured up something that does not flow from our essence. but actions flow from a nature and the nature of man is such that He thinks. If man were to think and perceive of an order in the universe, perceive of goodness and perceive of a beyond the seen and felt or known through our senses- would that be conjuring up? if man were to consider everything and speculate that there is an intelligent being and to whom a personal relationship is possible, would that be un-natural? is it interfering with humanity that man after logical considerations talks about 'mystical and mythical realities and how we could relate'?

He probably has a lot that can be of credit to him. but i will try to remember one quotation " the only sure way to God is through humanity"
He might have been conservative and he might as well be infallible or not infallible but for his quest for all of mankind's being fully human I appreciate.
I hope many others can emulate such that beyond all our religeous dogmas and practises and beliefs and whatever else, we remember that human wellbeing or the happiness of all people is the noble goal.

It is a powerful question, the question of easter.
It is a simple question " will you arise/ rise"
It is an interesting Question, especially if you are down 'here'.
Down here, alot of colours blur the vission.
I wish it could be either light or dark
but there is black and white, yellow and brown.
and there are also different places and different histories.
By chance or accident it was and it is
Will there be a chance?
Why would i not get the chance to arise?
Why would i not live in circumstances that facilitate rising?
Dear africa, I wish you could answer...
without having to think about the donors,
those that have their religeous tags around your neck
and your interesting complaceny.

After a long walk around, one thing is more vivid. The ashen looks and the faces in deep concentration. What matters, i think, is what will be, the next time. The next time when i am at table, office, house, classroom, junction, generally at the next time and place. What? yes, i wish to know what will be in terms of who i will be and how all will be.
So today is, and yesterday was. yesterday, i think, determined today and today will determine tommorrow. There are those who are more in the yesterday, the good old past of our fore fathers or ancestors. They think we can go back and have the good old village and community based kind of living. Well, that sounds so nice and romantic but if the yesterday helped today to be so very different- that we are moving more and more towards capitalism and individualism- forgetting every bit of the idea that man is a social being, would it be right to romantize the past?
I am talking about the my identity as an african in the global village. I think, each and everyone is seeking on how to intergrate him/herself in the global village in a more life affirming manner. So, as an african, i wonder what my identity will be in the next 20 yrs!
In the today, it is all over, africa is notorius for its stories especially those in which the word black or bad is used as a prominent adjective.
I have heard people talking about african cultural values. Is there any likelihood that these values that are proper to africans can contribute to the process of bringing sanity in the world i.e moving towards being properly human by all that are human?

I have just been wondering. there is a euphoria all around me and in me. it seems it is advent again but what the advent again?
How can i realy understand advent. any way, i am thinking about it because i am a christian. so i should understand it as a christian but what kind of christian?
I am a christian in the 21 century. Before being a christian, i am an african boy. Maybe i have misplaced priority here but i have reason enough to do so.
What is the future in the african conceptual world? For an african, i think, this numerical calculations that call us into events are beyond us. i.e that now it is 40 days and we are now preparing and then He will come. Had it been that it is an actual event that is calling us into the mental constructs that are advent, an african would be at home with that, I suppose.
I have just been wondering if all this has any significance to a youth of today. and more so for an a christian youth who is an african, who has had the experience of africa with its bright side and dark side.
our conceptual world, as many would argue, runs from the now to the past. when we look at the now and how the now has come to be from the past and how the past is still directing the now, is there any reason as to why we may give a damn about Advent? Understanding why we may or may not give a damn should be the consern of our elders especiall those leading us in faith. i am still exploring.

As I walk down the street I am forced to look into the eyes of all these people around me. Each of them seems to be far a way in a distant land that he or she alone knows about. They are all in a hurry. On some are quizzical looks, on some are disturbed and puzzled looks, some looks i can not place and some are just too disturbing to me.
Where are all these people heading to? Why are all these people like this? What are they seeking? And so what after they have gotten what they are seeking?
They are so many, multitudes that my eyes follow beyond the horizon. How i wish i could pin-point the purpose of all their rush, all their struggle, all their yearnings and all their living. But lo! why do i exclude myself? I better hurry to what i am supposed to be at, lest i miss out on my purpose.

In the past it was bush, bush and more bushes to enter. In the near past it was maybe kerry this, maybe kerry that and maybe that and that. But today and tommorrow, like it or not, it is this strong bush that will lead us the bush way.
My dear friends have been up with all kinds of predications and all kinds of suggestions and all kinds of predictions. I am happy about that- the fact that even in the most un-democratic countries- conventionally speaking, there are people who would admire democracy and promotion of each individual dignity and human dignity on the whole. How i wish the consern that was as conserned America would also be the consern when it comes to other countries. That even in our own countries, we do not leave it to them but show our consern in word and deed as we have shown through what we have voiced and expressed about america. It suprised me that even some african leaders who are somehow seeking to be absolute rulers or life leaders also had something to say- they wanted the democrats to win!

Today i woke up to terrible thoughts. I realized that for the whole length of my life, I have thrived on 'dead' things. come to thinK of it, that whatever I enjoy at breakfast or supper or luch was once living. Then it also struck me that what I eat, annalysed from the point of view of building blocks,is just but atoms(ellectrons, protons and neutons). That these bulding ellements are fundemental constituents of everything that I have experienced or can think of. It struck me, that I have killed- the chickens, the cows, the plants and all that i have harvested and prepared as a meal. I wondered why and guestioned why. The more i think, the more i see how the world is a maze of realities that are un-palatable or insinuating to thought. Is it not evil that we kill other beings so as to be? This thought has kept me humbled the whole day. I think that all realities were ordered in a way that human beings have no say about. I think it is not in human beings' doing that reality is or else, i for one, we would have sort to change it. This indicates me that somehow the world calls of us some kind of humility and acceptance that we are also not as we order ourselves but as it was ordered- what do you think? In humility, I seek to know the truth.

what a pity!
To see one struggle and struggles and struggles never to have a moment of relaxing and enjoying one's being. well, struggle is part and parcel of enjoying one's being but being too engrossed in it and for it that we forget that we are really struggling as a way of celebrating our being!
What a pity that after years of hard work one has to face these hard realities. un-employment, divorces, separations,etc, etc, unto death and crumbling of what one has taken a life time to build. Sometimes i wonder why i dare struggle but before i let go on struggle i better think about life without struggle and what it sounds like. No, i had better struggle but remember that i am struggling as a way of celebrating my being.

It is disturbing to come to think of it, that a day, which is so particular, special and unigue , goes by, with oneself in hell, and never to come back to it again. That each day means a step towards finality or death. That soon or later, it will come to be that all we are and fight vehemently for is no more.
How best can one spent this day? How best should one take ones life that one may find meaning in each day as it comes? maybe it is by getting into the day other than standing by and looking at it cynically. maybe by getting and entering the paradox or the mystery other than sitting back in brooding and lamenting. Maybe it is by allowing myself to be rather than seeking to guestion when i shall start to be. My best, is to celebrate the day that makes my life.

I have been wondering how many people in this world are tolerant. I have wondered if i dare tolorate myself. I decided to tolorate doing crap, saying crap only but to check how many around me are tolerant. i was suprised! it seems that human beings are generally tolerant. After carrying out my small st