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A detour in my life

I was reading a poem online by Eric Mtika and it really made me think. It talked about the loss of curiosity and the striving for greener pastures. My own personal application was that as I reach out for my own dreams, sometimes when I grab a hold of them they turn into vapor. They are not what I had painted them to be in my own mind's eye. People, locations, money.... so for me, it's not really a loss of curiousity but an overload of curiosity as questions begin to outweigh the answers. It's kinda depressing when you dwell upon it....you dream of living in a king's castle all your life and when you are finally king, you discover that kings probably have more blood on their hands than everybody else. Too sensational a thought but you get the drift.

Anyways, I choose to remain curious and have open-ended questions. Gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. Also the knowledge that there is only One who will never let anyone down, and that's Jesus, helps me to to look at myself in the mirror and not beat myself over the head too much over my own failures and my failing other people. My life has taken many a detour, I am yet to lay hold of my ultimate dreams, but I understand now that the detours are not necessarily bad, they offer life-lessons excellent for use at the destination, and pretty good scenery too me thinks. Cheers!!

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Anonymous said…
It has been a long time since I wrote that. I am thankful someone actually read it and weary of the internet's reach into times past. I was wondering where you read it.
Thandi Soko said…
I believe I read it on Poetry.com. I must admit i was curiously chasing up sweet little Evie's Uncle that I have never met so google brought up that poem and some athletics stories. I was glad I read it. I am away from the US now. cheers.

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