Another Day, Another Mask

I was certainly never around I’m the early earth days but apparently life was much more sophisticated than it is now. Sophisticated in terms of technology? NO. Sophisticated in terms of Humanity? Yes.

A lot of people got along together as compared to now and this is what brings me to this article. Everyday I wake up to this agonising world, yeah there is sunshine but I’m surrounded by darkness as if the rays from the sun just refuse to enter my room.

I wake up to my normal routine as every other human and finally the time comes to leave my room and there I am standing in my cupboard looking at my various masks, I know I have to pick the right mask to fit the day to avoid being judged by society and finally I’m standing in front of the mirror, looking at a face that I can barely recognise… I take one last sigh before leaving my room to go face the world outside of my perfect place.

Reminiscing alone, I tell myself that later everything is going to change. When I get back home, I’m going to take off this mask and tomorrow I’m finally going to face the world as ME!

But then the question remains; Why do I put on a mask in the first place? Because the world has certain standards that a person has to meet in order to be classified as ‘normal’. If you don’t meet those requirements; if you are different in any way then you are viewed as a ‘Weirdo’ and that’s when people laugh at you and no one wants to be around you.

I mean no one wants to be lonely. We all want to have people we can turn to whenever we are sad; we all want to have friends we can laugh with, attend late parties with and create new memories with. Locking yourself in your room the entire day starring at your screen is not the typical way to live your life. I mean, I personally know that I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that I wasted my life without any passion.

At least with a Mask, I am able to make friends; I am loved by society for someone I am not. At least with a Mask, I am able to chase my dreams and achieve my goals. So then another day comes and I take one last breath before putting on another mask to go please the world.

Our time as Kids

 A playground now just filled with our memories.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane for a few minutes. I mean how many of us actually have time to do that on a daily basis whilst dealing with our busy lives?

When you do get the time though, don’t you just miss when everything was much easier? When we were young we couldn’t wait to be adults and now that we are adults we wish to be kids again… *smh* The aspects of life

I remember being a kid, the only thing I ever worried about was whether my friends were going to come out to play or not. That’s it! Nothing more, nothing less. Fast forward to the present; here I am having to deal with every thing life throws at me. I don’t even think I’m barely coping

If one doesn’t have to deal with the stress of assignments, tests or exams then it is bills, bills, bills! Life doesn’t get easier from here on.

Is it a bad thing that I want to be a kid again? Even if it’s just for a couple of hours. I want to go back to the times when I played “Marabaraba” with my friends or “Mogusha” I’m telling you that those were the days. For those who don’t understand what I said, feel free to ask

A trip down memory lane is always good for healing, it’s like a Bookmark in our lives filled with excellent memories; there for us to revisit whenever we are having bad days in our lives

 

Goodbye Old Wounds

I’ve been reminiscing about writing this for a long time now ( Please forgive me for that) I thought I had it all figured out. Today all of a sudden when I was getting ready for bed, I become sad for a lot of reasons and that’s when I knew that I had to write something.

Since I found out the truth, I’m unable to let go. I don’t know how most people do it; smile through the pain, forgive the worst and move on. I can’t do that, I’m only human. I feel pain and anger… My hypothalamus functions in the worst way possible.

But how could she use me like that? She came in the form of a serpant, disguised under a beautiful mask. Her master had set out one mission for her; to destroy me and leave me for dead. And I have to congratulate her because it worked brilliantly! Even better than they had imagined.

I’m cold inside, I can hardly trust people and as for love; I’m divorcing her, its only my destiny. She hurts me every time. I can barely get up now, I’m wounded all over. I can’t help but stare at my bleeding heart, I wonder who’s going to be willing to take care of it now when it’s all damaged like that. I’m going to fulfill my purpose but doing that won’t be easy that’s why I need to go find myself and now I say goodbye to the old wounds, they aren’t a part of me anymore…

Betrayal! The worst of it all!!

It took me quite some time to actually familiarize myself with the term that says “It’s the people closest to you that hurt you the most”. I’m quite a stubborn person so I refused to accept it at first but a couple of years later, I stand by that quote without any hesitation.

Why you ask?

Well it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that betrayal is a part of life. Your best friend whom you tell every secret, well turns out she’s sleeping with your man or the very same friend you trusted to submit your varsity application, missed the deadline on purpose.

What do you do then? Of course you deserve to feel like it’s your back against the wall; it’s you against the world; no one wants to see you succeed in life; everyone wants to take what’s yours… No one really should judge you whenever feel like that. Because I’ll let you in on a secret, everyone feels like that from time to time.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t trust anyone but trust is like an eraser…. Are you going to give them the joy of seeing you fail at life? Or give them sleepless nights and make them wonder what your next alternative is?

It’s really up to you but If I allowed myself to lay low every time life kicked me down, I wouldn’t be writing this post. I’d still be in my room crying over my ex who left with my best friend.

I still do feel pain from time to time but the difference is that I don’t let it affect me. I really do miss the Fifa games with my best friend where I’d give him the beating of a life time and I surely do miss the long night conversations with my girlfriend but truth is they are gone and that’s the sad truth.

Give life instead of taking away your own because I do promise you that greatness awaits all you need to do is lose sleep over your dream and if you don’t make it, try harder!

Make them cry over hurting you, it’s time life went your way. Stare life in the face and say “I’m taking you on, hit me with your best shot”

It doesn’t matter what you believe in but when one door closes, another one opens. From today onwards I say it’s not your battle to win anymore but it’s yours to lose. The ball is in your court now…