I think that I’ve been bitten by the bug of a thought following Linda’s earlier prompt for SoCS.
Does the saying that ‘the early bird gets to eat the fattest worm’ ever bug you a bit? Well, it does bite me in the butt now and again. Sometimes I feel that I’m late for lifes’ party and that the early birds before me have harvested the best and the fattest worms, leaving slim pickings for those of us who made it late.
When my thought pattern begins to go down this route of ‘woe is me and regretting time lost’ I painstakingly drag it back to the present firmly reminding myself of a couple of common Igbo adages that say, ‘when someone wakes up is their morning,’ and ‘the first house built on the street is not necessarily the finest.’
Reminding oneself that the land is still green and full of harvest and that the Earth is abundant for every one of us is not cold comfort or living in a fool’s paradise. It is true. However, it is based on your perspective.
Our reality is what it is, but our reality is equally what we can make it ‘to be’ if we want it badly enough. Constantly comparing our circumstance to that of someone else who seems to be thriving better simply exposes us to the evil twins – envy and jealousy – and allowing these two to occupy free space in your heart never bodes well for anyone.
I would say that as life keeps evolving, just wear your dancing shoes. Today’s early bird might become tomorrow’s hunters’ prey, so stop fretting about being late for lifes’ party and simply start your own party, there will always be enough guests to invite.
and my roller coaster crashed! it came to a jarring halt my mojo kinda left my heart pursuing green paper to pay the bills with little time to sleep a wink several hungry mouths to feed my brain almost has no time to think the greenback has become the king the king of this jungle called life I need to get my mojo back
Please forgive my tardiness in responding to your comments. I’m usually not this rude but like my people would say ‘something bigger than the cricket has entered the crickets mouth.’
My life has been a bumpier ride of late, events beyond my control have been trying to take the drivers wheel, but I refuse and trying to get back the grip. I took a pause so that I can get back into the game asap. I have taken odd jobs to keep body and soul together as I ride the rough tide. All is well with me, yet turbulent.
Be well and I’ll be reaching you soon. I miss you.