As We Are & Why It Matters A Whole Lot

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A very wise woman once expressed a universal truth in the most simple use of words: “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”

Quite eloquent, yes, but that’s something deeply profound to say about our preconceptions. In fact, I think it is so deep in meaning and implications that I find it scary and deserving of our full attention.

I bet it was a critical observation of life that led Anaïs Nin to such a conclusive truth. And if we were to follow suit, am sure we will see the link between our constant transformation and how we see the world around us.

As an example, I once found being gay irritating and a design from the pit of hell. Now my views are hugely reversed. I am now accepting and respectful of my fellow human beings who are gay, even though I still grapple with matters of same-sex copulation.

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The Benefits of Living In A Broken System

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I have been battered by a series of adverse conditions.

Part of the reason is that I live in a city with a chronically broken system situated in a country with an even more impressive cauldron of mangled governance and institutions.

Among an array of difficulties, my greatest bane was the power supply which was normally erratic, unstable and sometimes none existent on certain special days of the month.

My fellow mainland-Lagosians would know what am talking about, but if you are domiciled elsewhere on the planet, please don’t be alarmed. For us, it’s been like this from the beginning of time – a way of life, so to speak.

And since my business depended heavily on electricity I was increasingly frustrated as duly expected. Buying fuel to power the generator was costing me a lot thereby increasing my cost of production, which in turn ended up affecting my profit margin in the most excruciating way.

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My Feelings Are Terrible Masters

I have for long held to the belief that my emotions should be directly under my control. And as inspired by the letters of Paul the Apostle, I choose not to be mastered by my feelings.

Not because they are bad and disgusting. More than anything, they are in themselves natural and normal to have. But, as we all know, if left to run wild, unchecked, we become our worst selves.

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Beyond the Eureka Moment

Lately, I have been thinking about the idea of getting better and advancing oneself. I realized, again and again, the irrefutable fact that making good decisions and following through with them, sometimes, must require some kind of deliberate preparation. The type necessary to equip us for the attainment of the goals those decisions point to.

Some goals just need a little a bit more attention than just the opportunity of merely lightning up in our heads. From experience, it is quite easy to make decisions in a state of high ecstasy. But afterward, when the euphoria disappears, and we settle into our normal everyday routine, we often find ourselves challenged and unable to execute the determined objective.

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Crazy In Love With Scandal…

Iris’s irritation wasn’t so much caused by the actual act of infidelity as much as it was by the fact that these reasons for adultery that once only made sense to the culprits in the stories are now finding empathy and understanding with the rest of society, who are watching and being entertained.

 

Just the other day, my dear friend Iris, opened up to me about why she couldn’t bear watching certain TV shows for their flagrant display of adultery. Now, regardless of how popular they’d become, Scandal and Power  seemed topmost on her list considering how many times she picked on those two.

She was resolutely unyielding in accepting the idea that it is now “modern” to break your marriage vows, especially when it makes you happier – giving you a chance at a truer and more exhilarating relationship with somebody else, who’s  supposedly better and more compatible than your once precious and unequaled significant other.

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