A friend of mine wrote this article on Facebook and tagged me and I felt it will also inspire other writers like myself who sometimes ask the question, ‘ why am I writing sef?’ Writing is a big deal and for me, writing is a laborious process, it always feels like I am in the labour room anytime I write, I never born before ooo, but I think I have an idea of how stressful birthing a child is. Writing takes the whole of my being plus all of my mental capacity and creativity to adequately express myself in words. Please read and feel free to share if you find the write up inspiring.
Dedicated to all my friends who write.
The world is a beautiful and well thought out master piece. It’s unfortunate a lot of people have lost their perception of beauty. If they cannot see what is in front of them now, how can they perceive what is in the times to come.
Beauty has been robbed from the heart of Man, just as innocence and purity has been given in trade to the culture of commercialism. When my thoughts only come for a price and for a price I think. How then can all things pure and perfect be seen?
For you who have eyes to see and have also learnt the patience to write. To those who grew up and were not robbed or have not yet being robbed of the sanity of humanity and the eyes of a child backed with the diligence of a sage. Turn the pages that once used to be your escape from reality to your weapon of reformation, to rebirth the humanity from whence we were created in union with the divine. To educate and cause all men to see the creator beyond the created, to see the origin of society and economics to tell the inhabitants of the world that the grounds were made to sustain all and not some. Tell him that leads that everything made is the answer and not just the artificial price of one.
While you can still see tell it all, so if you lose your sight you would have a comfort that you have indeed seen it all, even beyond those who still have eyes.
This is why you exist. No one comprehends what you see. You have been magnanimous to share your eyes with the world. For a while I have battled with the relevance of us, until recently. The world needs us to heal them by showing them the colours in the Black and white text, the harmony in the life they ought to live, the freedom of Grace and the humility of virtue and the power to redesign our reality to the utopia in our heart. I have been enriched seeing the world through your eyes. Do not ever *ever stop writing. They might only miss you when you are gone.