In the smooth, quiet stillness of the night, the moon shining with a smirking oval grin like a serial killer with a knife the size of a machete before his male victim, the faint cries of frogs and beetles and night wanderers can be heard, I toss and scratch at the thought of being a no one.
I cannot conclude; I stand on this crossroad alone. Looking back is annoying, terrifying, mind-blinding and honestly filled with thoughts and marks of a struggling monster, yes, the monster in me that forces but only one momentum- succeed or die. The lens with which I see life and the past and oh yes the tough competition that man must invariably face if he actually wishes to survive this grand pandia we all call home.
For long and indeed long have I thought about the blick future (don`t seem to care) which awaits most humans, who live only each waking day at a time not knowing the next hour of action. The extraterrestrials knew it too. Man is barbaric, barbaric human is a man. So unrelenting and uncontrolled is the madness that holds man together. Not so many (except highly regarded scientists e.g. Albert Estienne, Stephen Hawking), is conversant of the pre-depositions of the world or rather the cosmos. My friends, such is the mystery of the spherical space we occupy in this vast cosmos, it actually makes like all the same interesting as we are but reduced to enjoying the process leading up to death as opposed to preparing for it from the beginning.
It is agreeable humans have made commendable strides in technology but none that can accurately predict the future of man, such has not been invented let alone made. Will I die a billionaire living by the seashore of Madagascar or a private island in the Atlantic? No one knows. Yet here I am also waking up with humans and looking for food adding my voice to the already dense unwitty din of different pitches of voices that soar the skies except mine don`t go to that being all seem to be cursing, for I curse myself if I should fail in the endeavors of purpose for which mother nature designed me.
Unlike many, I actually fear being a nobody. I want people to crane their neck and point at a fleet of fast-moving cars and say "there goes a rich, wealthy man" I want that, oh how I`d love it, but no, I`d rather, I am that lanky brilliant fellow who designed solutions for the world or better still have a law turned that the wheel of misfortune don`t turn and watch the chaos that befalls the world if we don`t have misfits in the communities.
If like they say, fear motives humans, mine overriding fear is being a nobody (Did you know humans by nature want to associate with success? Which is why the respect the wealthy?) and not being remembered when I go nowhere. Sometimes the little greed we have is good greed, for without it, we are but a worthless generation that is comfortable with the meager it has. I don't like this mentality, I am an advocate for the dream big, achieve big school of thought.
I do digital media because many of you crackers are on social media. You read this none sense and make sense of it. Whether or not you understand, I really don't care, for I am a spiteful man. Naturally, spiteful. But yes, I mean you to have a sense of humor to appreciate non-sense and make sense of it.
My body knows, all I do is big, I don't do small. This is how I know; I will be somebody.
Certainly, I will.
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