Perception does not define Me

You look at me with eyes that have stared at many faces and looked down many roads that are less travelled by self.  What amazes me is that you are not looking inside me to relate.

In all our lives there comes a time when a specific kind of people will invest their time into our lives, in the hope that growth in all aspects will resonate because of their presence. Then there are those people whose presence lets us inevitably grow.  There are those in my life , that have made me grow to prove a point, for example, my Primary School soccer coach who said I would not make it to grade 10 and if I did I would be a father.  I made it to grade 10 accompanied by my virginity and there I came to find my Biology teacher.  She thought that I would not be anything in matric let along pass that year... Well, I became Deputy Head Boy of the school and I passed my matric. I had proven a point to both these individuals but did it really mean anything?

There is an inevitable act that we humans exhibit, even when we do not intentionally mean to do so, in our words or our actions, it still happens.  We let people in our lives without even knowing it.  We give them the “privilege” to speak into and about our lives.  People share their experiences in the light that you will relate and learn; sometimes they give their perception to us in the hope or rather their certainty that what they say is the solution, the probable result being you having no say in conclusion.  It is of our knowledge that our parents want the best for any of and of us, but some parents have thought that what they could have been should be lived out in their children. That perception in itself proposes that some children are unable to make their own choices or decisions in what visions and goals they might aspire to.  A possible revolutionary is ceased before it could even take heed of its cause. In saying this I dare not question any parenting skills, what I will question is the subconscious mind of inadequacy instilled in children by some parents with their perceptions.

We spend a lot of time too with our friends and go through similar circumstances because of us being friends of almost similar character traits.  The relation in our experiences counts for the similarities but if we had to draw it down to being individuals, which is our cry in every view of self-worth, our relation becomes null and void.  There are ±7 billion people in the world which means that there are ±7 billion perceptions, all of which do not define me. I just wanted to share my perception in the billions that exist.

Good Joy

If I had not seen it myself, I would say that I do not know the spirit of man.  Willing and unknowing, loving and deceitful, brave and treads with caution emotionally and spiritually The joy of living is discovered in living itself, what concludes the difference in the kind of joy, if joy can be separated, or that we even feel the joy at all lies in the perception we carry as individuals.  My moment of light in this discovery was when I saw two men praying for the stall that they operate their business from, this morning.  This moment injected an immediate jubilation within.  The word amazing does not even begin to describe it My joy is translated as an overwhelming feeling that I have, it is one that I would love to keep.  There are certain mechanics, I believe, that take place when it comes to the fusion of the day (what it offers and all that it is comprised of in opportunity) and oneself (your character).  There are moods that are born at the breaking of day as morning presents the opportunity spoken off by all parents, then there is a thought that I, as an individual, take and convert into a choice and once it is well digested and solidified within, it is soon known as my decision.  The night only takes away what it does not own, the day, which relinquishes its light for our rest. I understand this more and more each day, with the emotion above which cements the construction of our well-being. My patients for tomorrow is as thick as an oak tree, who’s worth is only known once its cut down to view the rings inside, tried and tested. The plantation around it, the animals that find shelter under it know this too.  The circle of life is viewed as a repetitive change, an evolving surprise, the awe inspiring act of God’s hand. Joy is an opportunity to embrace life; it is equally distributed through all mankind. Joy simplifies our smile and all other expression given by emotion.  We then grow older or rather we mature to grades of life that are invested in profundity.  The outlook of life is suddenly drawn down to reflection as each day is spent embarking on trails that are written off by age.  The reflection of our emotion that is seen in our countenance plays the shovel that is used by our meditation to renew our paths.  We understand that there is no going back, but there embrace, the pure bliss that is on that road that has brought us to where we are, is our joy for what life we have lived.  Eternity is the joy we have within, now, that keeps us going.  Joy is the perception that almost all of man has about death defied in life beyond the grave.