Tuesday 24 September 2013

Thought Picnic: Having life is not enough

That journey travelled
It dawned on me this morning how far I had come from the Tuesday week four years ago, when I was admitted to hospital with a life-threatening condition.
By the time we discovered what it really was, I had the difference of between 5 weeks to live or survival, which involved intensive chemotherapy and a very long period of recuperation.
However, I must not deceive myself that four years on, with the ravages of disease come serious life-changing circumstances, some so radical as to fill you with hope-destroying desperation, despair and depression.
Finding more to life
Having life is not enough, there has to be quality and purpose to it, yet, one must be thankful and grateful for the gift of life and the opportunities it presents, to have hope and to be encouraged to continue the tough journey that lays ahead.
Yes, it dawned on me, when I realised I could not help someone I would have had no problem helping only 5 years ago.
With means, opportunity, ideas and insight, I had the capacity and the ability to spare nothing to set things in place and sort things out – Alas! I was no position to do so apart from find the crutch of my recurring sob story to lean on.
This story needs help
With the encounters of a harder life I have recently experienced in the last few years, I pick myself up and as many times as I find that I fall into exhaustion, relapse and tiredness as if one is losing the will to live after all that I have been through.
Whereas, all I need is a light, someone willing to take a chance, open to the risk of engaging a person with much to offer even if the first point of interaction does not create an amazing impact.
You stand at the cliff-edge wondering whether the myth of flight can be a reality or a walk back to face what presently gives no joy is a better prospect.
You ask yourself again, where would this long scary story end?

1 comment:


The scary, sometime is behind and life must keep it lots of events, wary though we keep going thereafter hoping it will sort out. The chance is to be alive able to appreciate how we all merit one day-if closely look at the chance of nature.

But are we ready to do that preview intensely,? I share in this piece same picture of chance, fear, depression and hope. There are moment, I thought, it was not a chance-now, that I had a glimpse experience of it, and know what is man in face of the dawned without warning.

Though, the free will of no controversy crises of the dawn, shouldn't stop us from appreciating, the chance of life.

I was lucky and owes life and nature the respect it deserved. The conclusion, is that we must be wary of our soul that the invisible. When the dawn of a blood failure that has never sent, his noblesse letter of information, fear and faith must be the motor for love.

The thought of Picnic: Having life is not enough. Make one to be self spiritual and thankful of the chance that spare.

I like this piece.

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