Thursday, December 25, 2008

Secrets of Happiness...

I think the greatest relief comes for every man when we reach that point where we can accept ourselves for who we really are.When we realize our potentials and acknowledge our weaknesses. When we see our misfortunes and disappointments as some kind of lessons, blessings rather than sheer curses and ill lucks.I think i came to such moment when i realized that there is no man on earth who can write like me! On that day, i wrote in my journal something like this: "Today I am free! I became free not because I was bound but because I let lose my possibilities and potentials. Allowing them to meet in unison at a matchless and ultimate point. At somewhere in the recess of my mind. At a junction where I will no longer expect the expectations of men, to dictate how far I go, how much i write, how far i want to go in my writing career and even life in general."
It is true that some rejection free us to become who we really are. They were meant to "leave" us as we were meant to be. Not really changing us but changing our perception of ourselves.For me, I was expecting an idea to be paid for. It did not earn the money expected. Somehow, i could not bring myself down to a state of self-pity. I concluded within me that, it got too good for classification under the genre called money. It simply doesn't fall into any genre. I decided to get rid of the chase out rightly and stay in the race of self satisfaction and fulfillment.
And finally I’ve stopped. I stopped being a "gambler". Although, i don't play poker or bet at games. I’ve stopped gambling because i have simply come to terms with the fact that not every idea would be appreciated. It does not mean that the idea was not good. Rather,it may be that the rightest place and time for such idea has not yet come.Hence, i agree with the quote that said: There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.
As a result of these things, I have come to chose life, quality expression and uniqueness that characterizes many of my works and writings. I’ve decided to write irrespective of who reads, who prints, who pays, or who comments. I became loose within. Thereby i became freed like a tap flowing incessantly out.Somewhere down on the inside of me; I became freed to be me- a new-old writer who had the world under his feet or better put as inside his ink. The world has never seen my kind of works before. Because I’ve come to embrace my unique ideologies, beliefs, psychology, and “writeology” i.e. my science of writing, as basically and uniquely mine; irrespective of incomes. I became a man... I became free. Little wonder that someone once said that the truest power of a man lies within him, inside his uniqueness not in the hands of some other man. When we love what we do and we do what we love. We will be happy people.

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