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Thursday, 22 March 2012


All day every day on some days, I sit and wonder. My ponder today had my conscious self convinced that time is an emotion. How it is an emotion as many would ask? Sit and really think about what I think about it all.

The last time I read something about time I felt a stir inside that I could not define. I then thought that if it is not defined it must be as great as the greatest of all emotions, love. It is all around us, in us and no matter how much you do not know about it or miss the opportunity to be with it, it still embraces you and it stays just to its cause of existence. Look inside of you and there are two things that live and will be there long after you have decided to let go. Love and time. Once again look a little bit deeper and see the relation between the two. Time exists to let love know about its maturity Love exists to let time know the virtue of its grooming capability. Time will ridicule love and make one forget what they felt at a point in life about someone, and love will do just that too to epitomize its texture even in minds that have forgotten their own names, why do you think we fall madly in Love? The relation is so monumental we will question it for ages to come. As we know them to exist hand in hand, the expression is substantiated by generations giving eulogies about how we find good love in good time.

We stare at our watches while peering over the next car in traffic, getting frustrated about being late when we took off in TIME. What you feel there and then is not frustration or bitterness towards the license department for issuing so many people with licenses; it is time reminding you that it is its own emotion. It is so mixed in its presence I too have mistaken it for patience, waiting for a situation to be altered when all I had to do was just express my appreciation for the power that weighs in with time to when it has expressed itself through knowledge that is acquired through it and for my well-being. We see it in envy, we see it in greed which all epitomize a "now" mentality, a hunger for not listening to an order ignoring the grace effect - having it all when it is due. In time, all is known and unveiled. We were all given an introduction of this emotion at birth and instead of acclimatizing to it in our growth we looked at it as a source of unleavened happiness and yet still we have the thought of eternity. Then again we could see it as a catalyst to all others we know exist.

Travel within self to know what worth is. Investigate the cause of all you feel and what you want to feel. Maximize the opportunity you have to be extraordinary and in letting others live free from judgment with you. Excel in all you do. T.I.M.E. 

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Lessons From a Beggar

There is a certain kind of people we see every day but we do not pay much attention to them.  What did you do the last time you saw a beggar? Many of us feel a moving spirit inside of us, which sees us reaching to our pockets, purses or wallets to give what small change we have. A greater portion of us roll up windows and look away to the red robot that seems to be taking forever to turn green, some even toggle the radio with no cause.  Today I brought the question closer to home, what did I do this morning when I saw a beggar?

This morning when the taxi passed a place called Killarny, I saw a familiar face, a beggar that has always been at that very same spot from ever since I can remember.  The first thing that erupted in my mind was diligence, commitment and a true persevering grit, like no other I have witnessed. Why these traits, you ask.  These are just some traits that a lot of people lack in almost everything that we encounter on a day to day basis. A lot of people lack them in totality and never find them their entire lives. In saying so, many are only committed to feeding themselves or going to the bathroom to relieve themselves, their diligence is only existent because of conformity and being comfortable and the one thing that a form of grit is seen is in the natural feat of waking up every day, so we might as well as not put that in the list because they have no control over that. Now, some might be asking themselves, is the beggar not comfortable where he is, if he is at the same spot every day? To anyone who does, I will ask this of them: 'if you were on crutches and crippled where would you be?'

If you or anyone in this world wants to see a glimpse of hope, look into the beggars eyes when he has just found a meal for a day, watch him processing, calculating in his mind how he can turn this little he has into a meal, not just for a day but for the next week. At that point, portion is portion and little nonexistent. If you want to see mercy, as the beggar walks away from you, look at his callous wedged feet and ask yourself how great God is to put a sole under his feet.  While you cringe at an awful fart smell in a taxi or in a room, think and hopefully be in awe of how God masks his nose from the scent that emanates from his body and clothing from months without a drop of water to bathe. At dusk, when the city streets start clearing up, the beggar gathers up the solar charged energy within his limbs to start gathering the remains of potential substance for a winter night, that seems to be a life time to you and I deprived of sleep from a measly cough. As the common beggar does, should we not too in our minds at the clearing of the day’s events invest a thought in our faith, because that night transcends to more than just a couple of hours, it is a lifetime lived and his can end in a whim.

Being a beggar means that you have suffered seclusion, so does being a nerd or introvert.  Being a beggar means you do it all to survive, so did our parents do so that we could be what we are today, fed and educated.  Being that beggar means I find sustenance in others remains, so does it seem to me being paid for one man’s idea that you keep running in what company you work. Being that beggar speaks of and in one culture, one creed and that is survival. The hand of God is seen in the life of a beggar, which is divinity at its best.