They force their religions and beliefs onto you, they tell you that Jesus was born in December, what a lie! Where is the proof? They tell you that the 1st of January should be a feasting day. However, they don’t tell you that the same day should be a day of mourning and grieving because it brings with it age and with age comes death… But then you grow up and you see what blatant lies you’ve been fed and you try to entangle yourself from the web of lies that tangles you.

And everybody start looking at you as if you are a breed of your own kind. Suddenly, life introduces itself to you and you get star-struck, perplexed and confused; only then will you start to realise the privileges and joys of childhood, the care-free spirit possessed by a child, the bitter-sweet sides of the lies and propaganda you are now opposing…

Time is no man’s bitch, when it has gone by there is no way you will ever recapture it and use it again. Time is vital and it is a key to the padlock of a life without regrets and guilt. When you are all grown up and life is not a walk in the park anymore, when death invites you seductively to the grave, you are bound to live in regret of all the things you did not do, the childhood games you never played because you were so obsessed with growing up that you confined yourself into living like an adult and you will wish to turn back the hands of time but that would be like crying over spilt milk because what is gone is gone…

The world is a stage and each of us merely a character in the story of life; as the story unfolds: remember that our time on stage is limited so it is best to make the best of it in order to eliminate regrets and doubts. Follow the instructions of none other than the beating of your heart and never forget the reason why you are on stage which is to love and let live to your best of abilities. Betray no emotions, always be true to yourself. It is very vital to know that there are things that you can alter with and there are also those that are fixed, their nature remains the same and cannot be changed; no matter how hard you try to change them they still regain their nature.

Let that not thieves your attention away from life itself; it is of no use fighting against the inevitable because it is like constantly banging your head against a brick-wall that is neither cracking, shaking or feeling the impact of your tries; it is like battling against the wind which is unseen. Your hope to win is measured by the strength you arise with each time after being knocked down. Although, it is an open secret that you will never win against life; that does not deter you from trying to change the unchangeable.

You keep on fighting the losing battle. A word of advice from a brother to a brother will never hurt, here it goes brother: store your energy for the real battles, the fair battles where you stand a fair chance of winning and losing, that is the game of life. Life is but a stage, brother: always remember that. Remember it when odds are stacked against you; remember it when all seems lost and broken; remember it when that thorny patch ceases to end; remember it when the best seems miles away. Yea! It is a stage, brother; allow not your conscience to forget the golden rule of life: to love and let live…

THE END