In three words, I can sum up everything I have learnt about life: it goes on.
It is fascinating to me how life goes on, as if nothing ever happened. Horrific life altering events occur, and the next day life just continues, barely pausing to pay respect. Everything is as it was. Yet to someone(s) out there, things will never be the same.
A few months ago, there was a helicopter crash which claimed the lives of 6 people including the co pilot. Many people were affected and devasted by his death, and there was a great outpouring of love for him. I didn’t know him, but reading all the tributes got me emotional. After hours of reading tributes, I ventured out of my house and was temporarily stunned by the normalcy, the hustle and bustle. For his family and friends, life was on pause and things were changed forever, and here the world was as if nothing had happened.
It would be nice for the world to just stop for a little bit, while we get ourselves together. But it does not work that way; the sun rises, it sets, and tomorrow is just another day. Life goes on.
The world is in mourning, yet again. There seems to be no respite from the horrors in the world, both the acts of God and increasingly the ones borne out of the evil of mankind. ISIS has gone and slaughtered more innocents in the name of a cause that nobody, not even them, fully understands. In their delusion, they have claimed another victory for their senseless fight.
“Soul, if you want to learn secrets,
your heart must forget about
shame and dignity.
You are God’s lover,
yet you worry
“Run from what’s comfortable.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Now I have made some mistakes in my young life, but ordering a gluten free pizza has to take the cake (ooh I want cake).
Look at this. Hast thou seeth anything less appetising in thou life?
WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? WHY SO MUCH TOMATO? WHERE IS MY MOZZARELLA? HELP.
I have not exercised since my gym membership expired (I was secretly relieved), and my weekend was made up of KFC, rice, and butter croissants. I decided to make amends by ordering a healthy pizza, and that is how I came to be eating a strange bread topped off with tomato paste and something that claims to be cheese. I could have had my lamb chops, fries and gravy for half the price and ten times the mmmh aahhhs oooh yummms.
Who will greet you at home? By Lesley Nneka Arimah. The uniqueness and originality of the story is riveting and fascinating. I enjoyed reading it, and I am inspired to write.