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My 5 year old son, Jonathan asked me the most amusing question the other day....Daddy, how come im small? why am i not 6 yet? I looked down at him with a smile and said, "slow down, we all get older eventually, someday, you just might wish you were younger", i answered. I'm not sure he understood that line, but i am certain those words will come around sometime in his life.
It is quite ironic how boys so eagerly seek to be men only to realize that time is a field of mixed blessings. Being young may be a sort of convenience, especially where one is born in the ideal environment....otherwise being young is a state of defenselessness and the eagerness of boys to be men is hinged on the ideals of self preservation.
In the path of growth, dreams are forged. Dreams that define, direct and redirect life's choices, life is the battle fought to achieve, conquer, possess, dominate, realize and attain the goals birthed by those dreams. Slowly but steadily, one day at a time, we move towards the other end, the one boys so eagerly seek only to realize it happened sooner than they desired. Time is motion, wild, bullish, unstoppable....oh time is a friend, but also such a foe....as the Hausa would say "Laifin dadi, karewa!" (the fault of sweetness is that it doesn't last for ever).
My mind ponders upon this approaching twilight. It is an imminent reality, all i have is what is left...life beyond now, beyond today. My past is history. Unlike my son, i am in no hurry to be older, for so many things are yet undone. My dreams.....ahhhh my dreams, some stillborn, some aborted, some abandoned, some crippled by the harshness of life, some stolen by futile passions, some are crawling to be realized, some are dead and forgotten...some came true, others will, i so hope.
My 5 year old son, Jonathan asked me the most amusing question the other day....Daddy, how come im small? why am i not 6 yet? I looked down at him with a smile and said, "slow down, we all get older eventually, someday, you just might wish you were younger", i answered. I'm not sure he understood that line, but i am certain those words will come around sometime in his life.
It is quite ironic how boys so eagerly seek to be men only to realize that time is a field of mixed blessings. Being young may be a sort of convenience, especially where one is born in the ideal environment....otherwise being young is a state of defenselessness and the eagerness of boys to be men is hinged on the ideals of self preservation.
In the path of growth, dreams are forged. Dreams that define, direct and redirect life's choices, life is the battle fought to achieve, conquer, possess, dominate, realize and attain the goals birthed by those dreams. Slowly but steadily, one day at a time, we move towards the other end, the one boys so eagerly seek only to realize it happened sooner than they desired. Time is motion, wild, bullish, unstoppable....oh time is a friend, but also such a foe....as the Hausa would say "Laifin dadi, karewa!" (the fault of sweetness is that it doesn't last for ever).
My mind ponders upon this approaching twilight. It is an imminent reality, all i have is what is left...life beyond now, beyond today. My past is history. Unlike my son, i am in no hurry to be older, for so many things are yet undone. My dreams.....ahhhh my dreams, some stillborn, some aborted, some abandoned, some crippled by the harshness of life, some stolen by futile passions, some are crawling to be realized, some are dead and forgotten...some came true, others will, i so hope.
He will soon understand. How I wish to be going again...sometimes.
ReplyDeleteToday is your birthday isn't it? Cheers to many more amazing years. I want to see how this platform blossoms. I want to see you connect to the world one story/reality/musing at a time. I want to see this tool function in your hands as you help others evaluate their value systems, maybe.
Let's get it going!
Why am I not surprised it you are the first to comment? We met recently but it feels like we have known each other for so long. Thank you for the encouragement,it means a lot. I'm just taging along though. Thanks for the birthday wish also.... I'm glad you noticed.
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