I absolutely have no title for this, I’m not even sure its worth a read….

See we go to bed ever night, making plans for the next day, for the next week,

secretly hoping and praying that we’ll wake up tomorrow

And most days we do, and we go about other plans like nothing miraculous

just happened, taking every breath for granted

But some days,

Some days we are shaken to the bone at

how easily we can lose all this,

how all these plans and dates and efforts and savings and promises and hopes may not count

because we may not be there to enjoy them

Each time we lose someone, we are reminded

There are no guarantees in life except to always expect the unexpected

While we mourn the loss of a loved one, we secretly wonder:

Am I next? How many more close people will be taken from me?

And because we are so afraid of the unknown,

we search and seek and probe and experiment and try

to find a way to keep us here longer

We diet, we pray, we faithfully follow our horoscopes hoping that somehow

we might unlock the doors to immortality,

pushed by the fear of the unknown beyond this life on earth

We think that by setting routines and rules and following them painfully,

we are creating a shell that might, just might take us through the waves longer

 

But you see, my friends, even the weather forecast gets it wrong sometimes

 

PS…RIP Steven Crane

Hopeless Wonderes

Into the woods we drift

the starless night draws us into the woods

and when we breathe, we sigh

the starless night makes naught of the sky

and frost and ache and wonder

an acre of lost

of hurt, of hunger

a future we wont recall

deeper and deeper into the woods we sift

in search of hope but only find despair

the starless night means we are not there

but where?

P.S:- R.I.P Steven Crane..you and your amazing gifted hands will be missed will be missed

To Tell The Truth; or not

This is an excerpt from Maya Angelou’s book “Letters to my Daughter“, I’ve read it so many times, sometimes it inspires my seasoned liar self to be better, other times it only leaves me with questions but every single time, it makes me smile…..

My mother warned me often not to believe that people really want the truth when they ask, ‘How are you?’ She said most people knew it as a conversation starter. No one really expects to be answered, or even wants to know ‘well my knees feel like they are broken, and my back hurts so bad I could fall down and cry’ A response like that would be a conversation stopper. It would end even before it could begin. So we all say, ‘Fine, thank you, and you?’

I believe in that way we learn to give and receive social lies. We look at friends who have lost dangerous amounts of weight or who have added ungainly pounds and we say, You’re looking good.’ everybody knows that the statement is a blatant lie but we all swallow the untruth in part to keep the peace and in part because we do not want to deal with the truth……..

Let us tell the truth people. When people ask, ‘How are you,’ have the nerve sometimes to answer truthfully. You must know however, that people will start avoiding you because they too have knees that pain and heads which hurt and they don’t want to know about yours. But think of it this way, if people avoid you, you will have more time to meditate and do fine researches on a cure for whatever truly afflict you.

 But reading it today, I thought: it is truly hard sometimes, isn’t it? To tell the truth. Because here is the truth; The Truth is just so damn boring sometimes. Look at how fiction sells way faster that biographies!!

Why tell a child that rats like meat, (In Uganda, the fairy godmother doesn’t exist, instead its a sexy rat, I think, that takes your tooth and leaves money), not that tooth they just went through a lot of pain and discomfort losing, when you could distract their over active imaginations with wild tales and happily ever experiences at only one thousand Uganda shillings or less each time.

I honestly don’t want to know that while you’re hitting on me, the line that got you my number failed to work with the last 16 women or that or that you now have to figure out how to get rid of all your ‘loose ends’ after swearing you were not seeing anyone else. Lets just stick to me being the only reason your heart beats(as if) and revelations of how I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, as if I don’t own a mirror and watch E!

You should here some of the stories I’ve pinned in my life time on my father(rest his soul) mostly because as a person who lost her dad so young, I just refused to allow him to be another government statistic when he was SO much more to me, yet I could start an adventure series about him. But I still think he’s the tallest, strongest, greatest man I ever met in my life because all I have left are an 8year old’s memory.

“Everything is going to be OK” even when you’re not sure it is, could change tears to a little glimmer of hope. 

So why tell the truth when lies make us happier sometimes?