A Time to Laugh and a Time to Cry

I thought about some things today.
Well, I generally do a lot of thinking, but I did so especially yesterday and today..

There is one who wants to come out top of his class,
Another who simply wishes to pass his exams.

There is one who wishes she was dating,
Another who wished she could just stop dating and settle down.

There is one who is settled but unhappy.
Another who is happily married but without a child.

There is one who is irritated by having given birth to twin boys,
Another who cries for the blessing of but one.

You see, man is never really satisfied. Regardless of how much he has, there is always more to acquire.
Either that, or something better.
Man all too often sees what he lacks magnified, and minimizes the value of that which he has.
And thus life is lived in envy of another man’s blessings and fortune, while dismissing and disregarding his own.

Most of us live life hoping and aspiring to be and to have; just to want to be and want to have something else, something better, something more once we get to where we thought we wanted to be, and have what we though we would/should enjoy having.

What is it about the eye? What is it that keeps it ever hungry, ever longing, ever looking for more?
What is it about desires that just keep growing, changing… frustrating.. never ending?

I think the secret really is to focus on what actually matters – and no, hereby I am not referring to family, friends and physical well-being (health) as a definition of wealth.
I am referring to a picture, a goal, a vision, a mission statement that would ultimately define you, your life, your existence.. call it legacy.

Like a little ballerina in pretty pointes, there is a price to pay for whatever position you wish to get to.
Whatever spot or limelight you hope to one day step into.
A season of toiling, and sweating, and falling, and failing… moments of desperation and needed discipline, frustration and needed encouragement.
A season of pain, and hurt, and starving yourself, and yet rising to the challenge.. just to trip and fall again.
Pain really only ever makes sense as part of a journey that is directly related to your reason for being, for living.

Make sure you’re paying a price for something that’s actually worth something in the grand scheme of things.

As Ryan P. Allis once said that..

Not a single person whose name is worth remembering lived a life of ease.ย 


10 Comments Add yours

  1. benedettophotos says:

    Thank you for this. I’m reading a book on discipline and your piece aligns with the points made in the book. What is your number hun?

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      Hahaha.. What is it you wish to tell me over the phone that you cannot write in an email? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

      1. benedettophotos says:

        Maybe I want to try and see you. Fine if you don’t want to.

        1. DeMorrieaux says:

          Lol.. awwwwww… how cute.
          I’m not in London anymore though. Back in Lagos ๐Ÿ˜‰

        2. DeMorrieaux says:

          Aunty Loladeeeee!!! Omdz I had no clue this was you!!!
          Just checked the email.. Arggggggggggggggggggggh!!!
          This is soooooo annoying and unfair. I have learnt a(nother) lesson sha!!
          It would have been sooooo nice to see you!!!!! ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

          1. benedettophotos says:

            For the love of our Father. Please send your number!!! Must I spell it out!!!

        3. DeMorrieaux says:

          Ahhh really.. This is badddddd..
          I thought you were one guy like that trying to hit on me online LOOL
          God has humbled me tonight *sob sob sobbbbbbb*

          1. Ed says:

            This whole exchange is funny. I’m laughing like cray. You should do an expository on experiences like this (someone asking your number and it turns out to not quite be what who you thought it was). I like your prose Yinkus, even the tact with which you approached this “one guy like that trying to hit on you online”. Nice work!!!

            1. benedettophotos says:


            2. DeMorrieaux says:

              ( ._.)
              Ashamed much.. lol

              Oh well, thanks still! ๐Ÿ˜€

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