Show me the meaning of life.I want to know and understand.
I’m still searching for the meaning of life. Because the Oxford dictionary definition betrayed me. It convinced me that life could be categorized into a series of sentences, maybe that works for prisoners, but I’ve always wanted to be free. Free like the skies and the sun but if I’m a star, then I’m a falling one. Because I plan to make an impact…an impact that’s gonna last…last forever like William Shakespeare’s quotes. Anyway even William J. Clinton said;
If you live long enough, you’ll make mistakes. But if you learn from them, you’ll be a better person. It’s how you handle adversity, not how it affects you. The main thing is never quit, never quit, never quit!
Have you ever had that life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.Haha sounds funny right? Because life can be confusing. So confusing that you don’t have any idea of what to make of it. When one of your grandma dies and your mum and her sister aren’t speaking, so they end up literally side eying each other over the coffin and that tends to be way too crazy.Does it? Love might as well just be a 4 letter word on a doctor’s note that gets prescribed to those that are lonely, way too often. But when the medicine doesn’t make you better, it makes you bitter! When a love doesn’t make you better, it makes you bitter
She told me nothing lives in her heart anymore. Well, it’s a Bando! Her last lover didn’t even thank time to pack his stuff; so his memories are littered all over her flaws. So kindly give me an average chick over a bad bitch oh!kindly forgive my language..I meant bad girl. Nah that’s BS because my girlfriend is fine as hell, and I got too much love for the coloured girls.Well I’m not being a racist though.But I love my girl,Yes shes black and hot!the cute hair,the smile, the awesome eyes! Damn!And my cousin wants to be a Kardashian! Can you imagine that!I mean…that’s cool as long as she acknowledges that not every guy is a Kanye West; and that there is very minimal reality shown, in a reality show.
Will she recognize the face in the mirror when the cameras are off? You try telling a confident 21-year-old black woman that perfect doesn’t exist. That it’s merely a figment of our exaggeration.
Are we still chasing the same goals as we did when we were kids? I don’t know, but I don’t think so at the same time because back then we made goalposts out of jumpers, stones and sticks and it was still lit. Now we shoot for the stars, never once taking time to admire them.
Maybe life moves fast, one minute we were in the playpen, then on the playground to the play station to the playboys and the play house. But we hardly play now; well some of us play the lottery. My friend’s mum thinks one day she will win the lottery, how do I convince her that with 7 kids she’s already won it 7 times? I don’t wanna sound naughty so I won’t take any sides.
But then again how can young parents seeing kids as a mistakes, not to negatively impact on how the kids will eventually see themselves, but to criticize all the time?
So we walk around believing that we were never meant to happen, like our lives were mistakes on a test that we were too high to take seriously. But I mean… like I always tell my friends, it’s never that serious.
Like our lives were a mistakes on a test that they failed. I’m still searching for the familiarity of that red and white stripe, I’m still searching for Waldo, I’m still trying to find Nemo..Am still searching for the meaning of life…or is life about searching for some meaning.
Maybe I’m looking for that one thing that is outta this universe. But the bottom line of all these…in summary, I am still searching. But I still understand that the best feeling in the world is knowing that you actually mean something to someone.