The Illusion Bout

 These lines are a 'song' written in the depths of pain - which are only our illusions emboldened by our memories . They are only but the dryness we feel when the things we love and crave for do not fall through.
When we face those dry period of our life, it is often so difficult to understand why anyone can expect us to accept that where we are or what we feel is not the stroke that will break us. "If only they understand how it feels". There they sit and just keep talking; Yes, they want to us to be strong, yet we just wish they will simple listen or just stop talking. Cannot they just see that we are trying within all unavailable option.

 You know, I have gone through some gutting experience recently and found it difficult to accept the advise I gave to many of my friends who went through something similar. Phew! "e no easy" - In deep Nigerian pidgin English parlance. Truth is that just like anger is the psychological point where we have the best of our strength; so much so that we out of such anger muscle the capacity to do the very same thing we felt we needed all the support from other to get done; so it is with our period of disillusions. You know why? Well it is simply that, beyond the 'mase' of the many options that are not working is that one option, you are either too scare to take or have not looked close enough to see the difference it can make.

The choice you will eventually make is not the one that will make the differences; 'No', the difference was you doing something about that 'something'. I like the way Lysa Takeurst puts it - "The grass isn't greener on the other side, it is greener where you water and fertilizer it." For in everything in life, there is always a perspective that says and sees it differently.

I agree some missed opportunities are worth a million, yet for that loss you just met, there is the need to look beyond the predicament and well up within you that a door just open as that last chapter closed. Do not keep your head down in pain or in the shame, No my Friend, the ignominy of that bad situation is actually gone, its just the memories that lingers, and while we cannot just wish those thoughts away, no one lives on / in their thoughts; Even if we do, its just a futile attempt to ride life on wishes. Get hold dear, We love you here, and we think if that last trial did not work, another one albeit difficult lies across the horizon. As long as we live in our pains, we spur illusions on. Illusions are beautiful, yet they are vague. Just look up

Nugget:  True beauty is working the web of your thoughts and painting a story others will draw hope from. Its in you - Just look Up