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.
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