Growing Up

In an observation of the possibility of being lost in the translation of adulthood as a young adult, I have discovered that the reception of peers could lead to my demise. We are served with ambiguous possibilities, the probability of which is not well aligned with our dreams or aspirations.

We spend time with people and spend time in circles we never imagined we would pay reference to, in jest information we're not conscious of at the time and out of cognition we assimilate thoughts that make us feel that we belong. My question though is my own worth in this. Our character, however, I have found is always the bit that makes us well suited or not in our reception and reaction to all of this. So then, what do we learn in our daily lives that allows us to grow? The falsified yet so, so true representation of depth and genuine facades are relations of our own emotion, in the theories that what we are we attract through the universe. This means that with my "friend" that is older, the assumption is made that maturity descends in conversation, or better yet the ascension of mental capability on my end in correspondence of the relation at hand.

We then spend time with our being, other known as self, cradled by conscience and subconscious and enlightenment embedded in thoughts comes about. We realign perceptions and views we best know how and we nurture our own growth with reference from external factors, that are somewhat a pivotal contribution to our conclusion as choice. In all of us resides a favor that is not tangible, formidable in its presence, audible in its mark, irrefutable in its Glory.

I cannot deny this, I cannot run from this growing up, is what it is.

My 67th Minute Thought

At the 67^th min I thought...

We often forget the fundamentals of the co-ordination of life, yes, life in its fullest potential.  Our joys are found in a vast and diverse digestions of circumstances, trials and opportunities.  One that has been given prominence to in the week that we are in, is the power of giving.  Whether it is giving to, or giving back.

We have been given a name to do it in but, I will implore you, I wish to appeal to the senses that come innate to our being and found wanting to our conditioning, which we, in our generation have fallen into.  Before we all give in the 67 min, we should ask ourselves what mercy and what grace we find ourselves in, sitting at our desks with means to eat and with means of shelter.  The hand of fate could have dealt a different hand to us but it is possible that it was a fourth father prayer that we have substance today.  The appeal, in no way, means to play fiddle to your emotions or manipulate your senses thereof to do something on this day or with this time but it is merely a question...  Do you or don’t you.

 I am convinced that we all spawn from a God seed, one that is never ending and never drying.  We spawn from a universal power that the greatest of men have paid account to and yet still never understood.  We hail as descendants of  a mightier will, than that which brings the sun out in the morning and  keeps the days in their course.  It is because of this that I too think, that this time, for this day, at that hour, is given as a derivative of one man’s fight to liberate and to instil virtue into barren minds... What I want you to see is that it has been and is in all of us. In some it is greatly accentuated, because of a Blessing that s bestowed on them by that Great Power.

I believe that a greater good was done when the weaving of this day took 27 years to be realized, an even greater one for generations to come to be emphasized. I believe the word legacy should have been threaded or rather changed to Nelson Mandela