The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Also, we have grown to be taught and know what separates death and life is just a thin line. In this vein, I have since been wondering how fickle life can be. You see someone today and the next day you hear they are gone.
How fickle can life be i ask myself, You share wonderful moments with friends and family and just a little separation to meet the next day you get the news they slept and didn't wake up. A lot of times we really do not cherish ourselves.
We harbor hate, grudges, and malice, we don't appreciate the little time we have with one another. Human beings have grown to be so ill-hearted towards another, you don't celebrate people when they are with you, rather all you do is carry around envy and hate, tarnishing people's images, and reputations. But then when you receive the news or see the person has passed that is the best time you know to celebrate the person.
If you really want to know how fickle life can be you need to walk up to the hospital and see different people of all ages, backgrounds, and races in a coma, and the ICU. If you are privileged to have a conversation with them, you will realize from all they say how wonderful life is meant to be cherished, how pleasant is it to cherish your neighbor, how with great esteem you should hold your family and relatives. Life is just a step away from the other side.
The need to think on a daily basis that life is fickle and should be treated with loyalty, happiness, love and a pure heart must be the highest priority we must have while still here on this planet earth. The better we know the best it is for us to treat each other with respect.
Over the cause of the years, I have experienced how fickle life can be. Just after i lost my mom, December 2017. My church's Music director came around to pay his respects to my mom, he participated in almost all activities on her funeral day, he was really helpful. Just after the burial rights he walked up to me and encouraged me, he told me how to deal with the loss and how to carry on with the good work my mom has been doing both in the church and outside the auditorium. He told me to take heart that no matter what he will always show up whenever i and my siblings need him. He prayed for me and that ended the conversation that very day.
It is however funny how life can be. My music director did not know he was actually saying his last words. He didn't know he wasn't going to be there to help. He didn't know he won't be able to see me again. He didn't know i was going to be the one telling those same words to his wife and kids. He didn't know he wasn't going to have another opportunity to hold the microphone firmly as he does to sing in church. He didn't know he was almost at his last days on earth.
January 2018. The news of his demise was a shock to everyone. I was dumbfounded. All that kept playing in my head was the position he was in while talking to me just a few days back and all that he had said. I couldn't just comprehend how fickle life can be. Just a few days back i keep telling myself. But then, there is nothing i can do to bring him back to life, there is no way to call him back and ask him what happened. Life is to be cherished. We need to cherish the little time we have together. Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Celebrate one another now when you both are still alive, because you really don't know how fickle life can be.
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Olalekan Adeeko
Olalekan Adeeko is an author, podcaster, public speaker, and he advocates for gender equality.
He loves traveling, and meeting people.
He is the author of the best-selling book "Success is free; only if you are ready to pay the price."
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