In my selfishness and desire to also feel special I ignored the hardships of others, the sacrifices they would be forced to make just to make me happy and remind me that I, am also special, with or without things,in any form, state or quantity, to prove it. I may very well never be the one who wins the gold or silver… or bronze. I may very much be the one who everyone keeps forgetting to say hello to or invite. I am the one who no one seems think once about. But one thing I know, one thing that comforts me is that if I die tomorrow or if the world ends tonight, I will be remembered one way or another. I will leave this world happy knowing that my mark was made and my name will eventually be remembered. And that this world still has hope toward self-restoration if we all decide to and leave our selfishness where it belongs-underneath us. That people across the nations yearn for love in different languages special to the understanding of each one of us, and time is running out for them, for us and they are not being heard. That our hurriedness to get from place to place is never as important as the smile you give to a person along the way; not as precious as the hand you offer before it got too late. Till this day passes me, with or without my permission, I will keep scraping my name into the hard bark of the tree called existence and purpose, leaving behind clots of my blood as evidence. Because I came, I spoke, I stood, I tried, I lived and that should be enough…right?
she left with no word, not even a note
picked up the phone that day and after it was silence
silence chased after denial
denial pampered a nervous chuckle
and the nervous chuckled quickly turned to
that was the last thing I remember that day
the trip to say good bye
the final goodbye and the return home without you
this remains my closure
at least you were happy when you left
at least we spoke
at least you closed your eyes knowing
you made a difference
learn a hobby when you travel, for the fun of it but also because it will come in handy one day:)
In the darkness of my house I find my path to solitude. Although I never take that path I am always glade to see it, know it and for it to know me. My days everywhere I go are numbered. Nothing lasts for long and everything after there lasts a lifetime. It is true what they say:” Thursdays child has far to go”. If I accomplish nothing during my two year Peace Corps service in Burkina Faso, if I fail at all my projects and if life at village becomes a pain, at the very least I will walk away happy because I will know that I enjoyed those blissful moments when they came. I thanked the people who showed me generosity. The moon and I never missed a date, I smiled at others for no reason and looked stupid in their eyes. I ate with them from one bowl (all ten of us), I farmed in their fields. But mostly I will walk away knowing this deep inside my heart: I tried my hardest at everything and that sometimes that is the greatest victory. And as I am not here to move mountains or grows trees (though I wish I do) I am here to plant seeds, water seedlings and prune trees. My work may not yield fruit now or in three years but I would have scratched the surface deep enough to cause a reaction.
The act of the true servitude does not reside in the form of anything measured or tangible but in the time given. Nothing is as priceless as giving yourself for a cause cherished by you or another-that is true humanity, that is true giving.
Sometimes the best part of your day is not when you notice her break a lifetime habit or when a six year old finally recognizes the number two but it is when you sit under the stars after a bucket bath, the moon shining at its brightest, the homes silently noisy with gossip and laughter. And all you feel at that moment is absolute and undeniable bliss…
~Celestina Agyekum, Peace Corps Volunteer, Burkina-Faso 2013-2015
It happened that I woke up in a funk today, my day had already started out wrong in my sleep.Last night’s negative happenings had rolled over to today and it was on high speed to destroying my day. I turned my phone on to keep communications open at least and then it vibrated, “one unread message” already my face lighten up. I opened the message and it was from someone so special to me. The context of the message were short and simple and receiving that (not even reading it yet) totally changed my mood. I was back to my old smiley self and ready to face any negative encounters with a smile!
After being blessed with just a text I figured I would share my story and encourage you to also make someone smile, turn another’s sad, stressful and just annoying day into a smile, a less stressful and a good day. All it took for me was a text, for another it could be a random hug, an explainable smile, an email or just a wave. All these things take about one minute of your time-if not less. Why don’t you make someone happy today and you will notice you will be happier too.
Selfless love, I think is the most rewarding love there is.
Have a very wonderful encounter today :)
The life of a human life is one that will continue to unravel in astonishment before the very eyes of those who claim to know its course. As it is not our place to investigate the path of the human life’s life, it is however our duty to understand the choices made within that life and the results it yielded. And if at any point in that understanding we find our own path it is the duty we owe ourselves to study our choices and justify them as we see fit. For the doings of our hands will forever answer to reasons; and those reasons will at some point make more sense to us than any logical law written. Nevertheless, we owe it to the next generation to leave a trail, a manifesto if you will, so that they may have the chance to try to understand this life of a human life.