fragile is this bond
built by two, by choice
shallow emotions overshadow it
but respect binds the links
yet how fragile it is
like dropping a porcelain
not a comma, but the full stop
its done.
The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
of LIFE ( from Grey’s anatomy season 10)
“We’re all gonna die. We don’t get much say over how or when. But we do get to decide how we’re gonna live. So do it. Decide. Is this the life you wanna live? Is this the person you wanna love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? kinder? more compassionate? DECIDE. Breathe in…breathe out. And DECIDE ” Dr. Webber
Have a blessed weekend
Truly, Jem
Movie-The Words
What a wonderful coincidence! I just watched this movie after I wrote about words in movies yesterday. I loved it. The moment the movie ended I was left upset, I didn’t want it to end. If you like a good movie, this is the one for you. What are the chances that a movie starring Bradley Cooper and Zoe Saldana will disappoint you? close to nil. The movie is about a writer at the peak of his literary success discovers the steep price he must pay for stealing another man’s work with a twist in the end.
of words in movies
I sometimes watch movies like a literature class. I like to listen to words, pick out good soundtracks and most of all, astounding words of inspiration or poetry. I just watched a movie called Stuck in Love. There isn’t much to write about this move. I like the references to writing and poetry.
Among many things happening in the movie, a boy is asked by his dad to experience life so he can have something to write about. He had on his journal words that were also narrated when the movie was starting, “I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt.” I almost paused the movie and let those words sink in. If you do not have some curiosity of how that feels like then am not with you on this. I wondered how someone would get to that place where good feelings hurt…. . He fancied this girl across him to the extent it hurt him. Words…..amazing.
The movie continues and he has to recite a poem in the class:
Poem: SCHOOL
“In the sea of desks there is talk of bags and games and long pipes that lead dreams with a strike of a match
and there is a loudness to whispers i hear
whispers shouldn’t be that loud should they?
there is a girl over there who everyone knows and men without ears will stand by the door for a price
in long hallways there are angry mobs of dwarfs and rats and one single angel…”
Overall, I would give the move a 5/10. It covers some really important issues in life: forgiveness, patience, living, faith and vulnerability. Also good for those who want to read more and never get to like me 🙂
Kofi Awoonor-RIP
I would like to dedicate today’s post to Kofi Awoonor. I had the luxury to hear him speak on Friday in Nairobi. He provoked us to tell the african story. To understand our roots. He teased about death and mentioned how he was at peace with it. Sadly he was killed in the terrorist attack on Saturday at Westgate mall, Nairobi.
My heart goes out to his family. You are a true inspiration. Rest in peace .
“Within the airwaves we carry
our hutted entrails; and we pray;
shrieks abandoned by lonely road-sides
as the gunmen’s boots tramp.
I lift up the chalice of hyssop and tears
to touch the lips of the thirsty
sky-wailing in a million spires
of hate and death; we pray
bearing the single hope to shine
burnishing in the destiny of my race
that glinting sword of salvation.” Kofi Awoonor
writer’s block
I am not inspired, I don’t know why. So I will write about that. Today I went for a writer’s forum and learnt a few things. I was around a man who published his first book in the 1960’s. Thats a mighty long time ago. He reminded me why writing is so important. Why it’s crucial to share your story. I believe the reader picks the author so for you reading this now, thank you.
Hoping that inspiration will find me. ……but in the meantime join me in mediation. In that place where we allow our thoughts to rule. That place where we breathe and settle. Think about your week, think about the blessing of life. Be thankful and do something for someone else. I just did, I wasn’t up for it but it didn’t kill me helping someone I am not fond of. Then get out there and continue living.
Truly, Jem.
of Gen Y
The generation of fast movers. A friend of mine had on his whatsapp status as “move fast, break things.” There is some sense to it. My mind has been thinking a lot about my generation of late 20 something and early 30 something. I am surrounded by ambitious young people. People who go to work, go to school, have a business on the side and still make time for investment clubs and such like things. They are full of energy. Millionaires in the 20s. They want more, they realize a day only has 24 hours but there are ready to work 90% of the time. Sleep is overrated in their universe.They are paying the price….but what is it for? I am in that place where a good vacation involves those close to my heart, sight seeing, hot weather, dancing, learning something new, doing something new….not how my vacations used to be. I used to go home more tired and hangovered wondering if I was on vacation or on a drinking marathon. Gen Y is also among all the hard work, drinking more, smoking more, sleeping less and picking up other high risk vices. Gen Y understands Wale’s song “BAD” like they wrote it. Stable relationships are not a priority. Interestingly there is a lot of insecurity in their eyes, almost like they know something is off and they will have to deal with it eventually. Or maybe someone will finally see through all the hype…but of course this isn’t all of them…
So now what? Well I ask, what is all the hard work for? For money for now? Today?
Don’t you want to be 50? don’t you want grand kids? Don’t you want an empire? Rome wasn’t built in one day. Success might be what we measure it as, but I think success is in the quality of life. Not the intensity of it.You don’t want to spend most of your time in hospitals later when you could be enjoying your hard earned money on a saint something island in the Caribbean.
I salute my 20 something friends going into business. I salute those with a bigger vision, those inspiring others and influencing those around them and leaving a trail of future business leaders. I salute my 30 something millionaires working hard and employing others and still showing the kind of humility that doesn’t come easy. I applaud those thinking of chasing their dreams. Go for it.
Here’s an article on Forbes on the Paradoxes of Gen y.
http://www.forbes.com/sites/lyndagratton/2013/06/06/the-three-paradoxes-of-generation-y/
of emotional storms
Sometimes, once in a while, there is a low overwhelming feeling that finds refuge in your heart. Once in a while, just like when you don’t have enough blood sugar, like when you need to sit down and catch a break, we fall. Through this ocean we call life, climates change. The tides overwhelm even the most optimistic and hardworking. You get into a place where you stop fighting back, and embrace the painful whip of life. The sadness, the regrets, the flaws. You open yourself to a bashing of self. You think of the things you do not have that you want, especially the ones that haunt you in your dreams. You overwhelm yourself with memories of someone lost, someone gone forever. You allow yourself to feel it, deep down. And you cry.
Morning comes with sunrise, another day. With a whiplash of emotions, you carry on. The storm is over.
Truly, Jem.
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