Nothing makes sense to me right now. I’m up in the dead of the night unable to sleep, trying to figure out a direction. Any direction. Somewhere to call a destination and set out for. I’m looking for the fulfilment of dreams, aspirations, and imaginations.
We all make up a lot of fantasies and it’s amazing how our happiness is hinged on the outcome of these fantasies. Some of them are born out of sheer insanity, some out of necessity and others out of nothingness. We all have a right to life. A life with limitless freedom to explore. A life where you are free to say and do as you wish, where we can act on all our impulses without fear of being told not to do so.
Happiness comes from the fulfilment of dreams or expectations. We all have them. From becoming a graduate to acquiring your dream home, to having a happy marriage, to managing a successful business. Every individual constantly seeks to achieve something. A man never goes to rest each time he gets what he wants because, from that very second on, he has conceived yet another need. Indeed, man’s wants are insatiable.
There was once a time when people didn’t have the right to dream. Once upon a time, the right to live was brokered like a piece of cloth, made so others might be able to purchase it. The brokers were men with sweat and blood just as the men they purchased and sold, save for a difference in skin pigmentation. One was white while the other was black. The black saw the white as demigods, and the whites saw the blacks as beasts of burden and treated them as such.
Millions of black souls were carted away to foreign lands as slaves without as much right to their very own lives. They no longer owned their bodies, their blood, their strength, their entire being. All they could boast of was their black soul, wailing of sorrow being the best and only use of it. They had their needs unattended. They had dreams unfulfilled. They wallowed in unhappiness and were even too weak to pursue happiness. For them, there was no such thing as the pursuit of happiness neither was their liberty.
Things are different now. Everyone now has unlimited rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness regardless of skin colour. Unfortunately, a good number of people are still not free. People are still laden with so much sadness and they are totally clueless as to how to get out.
You wonder why you are sad and you can’t place a finger on the cause? Well, I happen to know why. Search deep into your heart and you will see how you’ve enslaved yourself with chains and fetters of limitation. You have erected a wall to block the things you can achieve. You don’t even know what you’re capable of. If one does not have a goal, then what is there to pursue? Your days are void of imagination and your nights are bereft of dreams. You may not know this, but you are sad because everyone around seems to be moving along faster than you can cope with. Nothing is going well for you.
Please do yourself a favour; quit worrying and start setting goals for yourself. Quit being lazy and do something right now. There are a million and one things you want to achieve at once and that can be overwhelming. You just have to start with one. Tackle each day as it comes, conquer the little challenges that come along and live by the moment. Do whatever catches your interest. That way, you will gradually work your way up to fulfilment, and joy and happiness will continue to be within your grasp.
Good luck with your expedition.
Good luck with your pursuit of happiness.
