During the past 2 years, I have tried to understand what it’s means to be a man, to be loved, to understand and to truly appreciate the real essence of living.
I am a writer, at least that’s the number one thing you will learn about me if you are close to me.
My father told something sometimes ago when I told him I wanted to be a writer.
“Abel” He began
“If you read, you can write, the number one secret of writing is reading”
He went on to inform me of the reasons he became a painter.
“Abel, the best thing you can do in life…” He paused and stared at his beautiful portrait that was hung just behind me.
“You have to use your brain, yes, anything you have to make a difference in life. I painted because people love what I was doing, and when someone admire my work I am always reminded of the reasons God gave me the gift of painting: to make a difference in life”
Life has never been the same since he left us 14years ago, one thing that kept me going is the fact that life goes on.
It’s not easy to be a good writer. There was a time, I didn’t consider myself good enough, until I received a 5 page letter from a 15 years old boy from India. His letter put me back on my foot and reminded me of “the making a difference clause” that my father preached to me about.
His letter read in part:
My name is Riku, I’m 15, I’m from India. I read one of your poem “Broken Enough” as my homework in school and I won a prize…..
Thank you for putting a smile on my face. My mother is so happy.
It’s took me an hour to fully understand his letter and 2 days to find words to appreciate his kind gesture which rekindled my love and passion for writing.
I don’t consider myself lucky, I’m just a product of grace. I run, I fall, I stand and continue running.
When things started falling apart around here, I had just one resolution and that has been my number one goal in life. “To do everything with love”
Like if someone give me a job to do, I will do it as if it was mine, with a lot of dedication and commitment to make sure I leave a footprint in the wearing power of the human mind.
“I don’t like your tactics” My friend once warn me.
“You have to leave some traces of politics in everything you do, you can’t kill yourself while trying to serve others, people who will only appreciate you in the good times, but abandon you when you need them”
I am always so emotional, I hardly take advice that I think will put others in danger but am not weak.
“You are the direct opposite of fear, anger and weakness” My mother once told me.
If she had seen me today, she will understand that I am always afraid, I’m afraid of everything, I’m afraid of what we are turning into. Our World has suddenly become a place were we value business over relationship and money over friendship.
I cried when I see and remember the pain that flows through my tears. Sometimes they tried to communicate with me but am always too busy to listen, too afraid to face it.
I cried when I hear cases of terrorism, sexual abuse, corruption, sometimes, I feel I should just take my pen and express my feelings, but they broke me twice yet is survived.
I will share my story here soon.
This is entry 106, on my diary “My life is a blessing” today is the 47th day of 2016″