Each time we witness an anniversary, it is often laden with celebrations, gifts, merriment, goodies and bounties. It gives us a refreshed feeling, a renewed hope, a rebirth, a season to reflect, ponder and identify latent meanings and messages embedded. It’s just a privilege not a right. Life presents everyone with different opportunities, some find theirs stress-free, and some have theirs difficult. Each and every one definitely has a purpose, a vacuum to feel, a task to implement.
When we ponder on how far we have come, we begin to see the generosity the Sole Administrator has bestowed on us, the privilege we enjoy, the debts we can never pay, should we be made to pay. We read the news, sometimes, we make the news. We receive announcements, some rejuvenate our hopes, some weaken our existence, yet we find reasons to carry on. It’s just a privilege, not a right.
Same date, previous years, it was the same celebration. One which redefines the moment of my birth, the periods that depicts my existence, seasons come, memories form, events unfold, so many things go by. Within the periods of the previous celebration and this, so many news emerged and shall continue to emerge. Some good, some bad, some perhaps cannot be placed. In all, forging ahead is key.
Previous years, Grandma was very much around, but now she is no more, we continue to celebrate our years on the surface of the earth, yet we gradually approach our final abode, our inevitable endpoint, the earth we step on daily will finally become our body casing, our companion, no designer wears there. When we still have the strength to right our wrongs, it is imperative to do so, for when we transit into the world of forms, our shadows become what we leave behind, our shadows can either be for good or for bad. May our shadows bring good memories.
When we depart the surface of the earth to our journey unknown, the indelible prints we leave behind begin to hunt or work for us. Stories about our existence starts forming, we get a new title attached to our names, a title that requires no certification. All our regular degrees become irrelevant, what may eventually stand the test of time is our dealings with people, the number of people we help out of difficult times, or the number of difficulties we create for people. In all, we shall all live memories behind.
Life presents us all with the opportunities to do good. Greed, selfishness and the urge to dominate others gradually sets us apart. We begin to stratify ourselves, we make justifications for our gross greediness, nepotism soon becomes common place, the common man has no hope. The privileges he is meant to enjoy become favors he begs for. He soon finds his abode in uncompleted buildings, for he no longer can afford a good home. His kids lay around the street beckoning at whoever cares to see them, often clothe in tattered dresses. Rags become something to cherish. The wife is long gone or remarried, that is if Mother Nature never called her.
Yet, the privilege minority who made it impossible for the common man displays luxuries all around. Luxuries obtained from ill-gotten wealth. Monies meant for the welfare of the general populace have found its way into someone’s private coffers. Alas, time will tell, those monies shall find no way to the final abode, they shall be left behind, the big men shall also become an inmate of mother earth, wherein the earth they once desecrate will be generous enough to accommodate them. If only we can ponder.
For every child on the street, every beggar on the road, every less privileged or displaced individual, there is someone, somewhere that has failed to do the needful. Life never gave anyone the opportunity to choose families. We were all made equal, but we begin to find faults within ourselves. Men no longer value each other. Life becomes so worthless and can be taken off without a second thought. Ritual killings, corruptions, domestic violence, and so many unimaginable acts gain prominence. We all seek power, for power means dominance. We no longer seek common existence, every man for himself. Those days of love your neighbors as yourself seem archaic, perhaps only found in religious books.
It is never too late to find our ways. We can all achieve world peace if we desire to. It starts by recognizing the need for a brighter future, one which depicts hope for the generations to come. One devoid of nepotism, corruption and almost all vices available in our present generation. In all, it is a collective effort, not to be limited to a few, not our leaders, but all and sundry. Let us begin by treating people equally without any iota of bias or favoritism; ignoring the call for violence and embracing peace. We shall achieve this and many more. It is never too late to change our ways.