your written thoughts are a scarce resource. it’s the fastest and most solid thing you can build on; can you see a truth about the world and communicate into writing; i think of how i’ve just told you a story . a narrative in the void and we somehow see it the same way. but only as much as either of us can grasp; you’re the only person that can think for you, this is why you write these thoughts down; an attempt to live words; try to express your truths into something you can physically lay your eyes on; a reality that is your birthright, good or bad.
“fueled by artists, dead and alive, their ambitions, fears, beliefs, their attempts to show their view of the world, their present moment, their messages in a bottle”
the job market in nigeria is in a very bad place, your arm will be folded backwards against a wall, this wall which exists in the mind of the employee, a lot of times, they do not have a choice than to put up with this job because of the harsh reality of this market; the sad part is when these companies put weak minded people with fragile egos in charge, they are unable to have a logical conversation when there is a slight pushback on their fragile ego, this image of themselves they’ve built (within a company they own zero percent of) comes crumbling down, a lot of times they will have no other option than to revert to a child and scream out words or even lie to protect this image they treasure so much, these people think they are a blessing to the world but they are the most expendable people in society, their heart stops beating today, another person takes their place tomorrow; most times the people under them rejoice internally.
whenever i sit with my thoughts and make a mental breakthrough, i sit and understand why i feel certain type of ways and try to break it into as much chunks of sense i can, just to understand the source of whatever pain i feel; i think of those that will never sit with their thoughts to understand, for decades or even their entire life; i think of all the pain they must feel because they’ll never learn a lot of suffering comes from within, they will stay in psychological pain at the mercy of external forces, giving even the slightest of words arms to hurt them.
that mental frame where you see the tasks you feel like you have to do first before doing the next one, when you break it down depending on the task, it doesn’t have to follow any specific order, it doesn’t have to be the way it is in your head if it affects productivity, there’s no need to keep this extremely long mental queue + checkboxes, a lot of times you can skip a project, in a lot of cases these people will see a project has to be laid out from 1 to 10 and if 1 isn’t done right, 2 to10 (even if they are totally independent works) stay in limbo.
nigeria will have to become a nationalist state to move past whatever now is.
i feel so strongly there is so much wasted fuel in democracy. with half of the country being in a perpetually negative state of mind for however long the current tenure spans . why do we play dumb 50/50 games every 4-8 years.
music to it’s creator is raw emotion; emotions poured from of the endless void that is their present moment . others latch on, most unknowingly from a solipsistic world view.
if you believe in a god of any sort, remember your mind is the only place it’s voice can be heard.
can’t regret any time spent thus far; regrets eat into now, in these very moments that should be spent knowing this is all you have, the ability to grasp whatever you consider is real. what is real, what is pain? if your only option in this space is to watch it happen, then why regret?
wouldn’t you like to find out? which do you get to see come true first, the image you see creating something, becoming something that can be shared; or maybe the stuff that give you internal shivers at random points of your day become true in the next moment; maybe you just drop dead—your body, finally, is fully beyond your reach.