Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Those Times.......long gone and still to come

There were times….
When I thought at a certain age, I’d have had a lot to boast about
(but then I  was reminded I am not the boastful type)
When I thought having a mansion took turning 30years old
When I thought having a wife was a matter of saving up and buying cows
When I thought a career was a thing for the most educated, the rest do jobs and work their backs and fingers to the bones and ultimately to the grave…
There were times….
When the imagination was a thing left for dreamers who’s dreams we imagine ourselves living
When trust was as simple and honest as a child’s smile.
Then came those times….
Where panic, grief and turmoil ruled supreme
Clouding and plunging everything into darkness
Where anger and scorn saw one cursing and wishing dreadful things upon those deemed worthless….
There were…
Those other times at time…where
A simple “hello, how’re you doing” brought a smile upon your face,
made you giggle, laugh and smile better than a roasted sheep skull…
Times where thoughts of he, thoughts of she brought memories of days gone by…
Times, where the rain pounded in a  Unisom beat and rate as your heart, her heart, your hearts raced each other towards a single climax after an anticlimax of a day…
Times where all seemed like a line or scene from a movie long deemed classical by hopeless romantics
There were indeed times….all in the past, for tomorrow is a constant present forever unfolding, draped in an illusion we call life.
Only the circumstances make the feeling/moment hurt more, enjoyable more or prolonged for longer than necessary……!
Let go....and let it flow

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Broken dreams

Broken Dreams……
Like broken records, they play themselves over and over in my head. Reminding me of greater things that could have been.
Broken dreams, like broken wings of a bee who’s gust and will to work hard and collect more pollen still drives and encourages it to try and fly….only to be smacked in the face by reality: life without wings is hard for a busy b.e.e.
Broken dreams…….similar to a treasured crystal cup chipped all around the brim, stripping it of its value and use, useless yet hard to throw away because of the sentiments and ways it was acquired.
Were they really dreams or psychological denial of temporally let downs perceived as the end of the world??
Were they ever attainable or was I over optimistic….?
Was it all a dream come true, the straight A’s I got, the Diploma he got or the degree she holds….was it all a dream come true if I’m still held bondage by the thorn in my heart from dreams that never saw the light of day due to A, B and C….?
Who is to blame, the dreamer or the crusher of dreams……?
A, B and C being mere obstacles I heard others encountered and couldn’t surpass? Was I not led to believe that all that is feared hinders everyone who has ever headed and is heading down the same road to success…?
What is success if not dreams for a better tomorrow?
And what are dreams without a few hiccups and scratches?
Like broken records, playing themselves over and over and over again in my head, reminding me of greater things that could have been….yet I fail to try again and follow my dreams.

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Don't ever give up on your dreams, don't ever watch the sun set on you and your hopes! Regret and self pity might win you the hearts and sympathy of many, but it will never take you anywhere except further down the drain if you do not snap out of it and try again! A house is never a home without a bit loving, compassion and trials and tribulations.

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