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Thursday, November 22, 2012

10:15 20/11/12 There inside of me

Today was hot, true summer. Got time to clean my room upside-down and that got me thinking about soul cleansing. Maybe we do need to take time and clean the inside of us. The spirit is important as much the physical but little of us would dare to admit that because it doesn’t sound cool. Spent a lot of my time trying to improve the physical and to tell you the truth, it’s tiring. What I have come to notice in my short life is that your inside will always reflect on the outside. No matter how much you laugh, smile but your inside it will reflect, it’s funny how your eyes show your true feelings. You can lie to me verbally but your eyes never lie. Now if you can lie with your eyes, you are hopeless. I think there is a name for those kind of people… compulsive liars? Is that what they are called? Oh well… you get my point. The saying that goes “eyes are windows to the soul” is indeed true. You know some things can’t be expressed verbally but from one human to another I think you get what I am saying. Are you? If your answer is no, you are an alien. So later on during the day when I was with my homeboys this question popped up again, as I looked each of them in the eyes I wondered if they knew what I was thinking. We laughed, we told jokes, we reminisced, it was a break from the harsh reality that faced us daily. My mind carried me back to the days when we were young boys, dreaming, hoping that one day we will but nothing has. I realized the harshness of reality, the hardness of truth and it’s a scary sight. Really you can never comment until you have been in that person’s shoes. As I grow up I find that there is a reason to be scared of the world. It’s not a nice place, most things are sugar coated. To those that were before me, has the world been always like this? When I was born nobody told me that this place they called there world was so vast and taking those first steps is easy, its rest of there journey that’s hard. They continued talking, oblivious to what I was thinking. It hit me that we were victims of false hope. We were the generation that was to experience change, a new dawn but it’s funny how we can all relate to the class of 76.

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