TALKING TO MYSELF AND BY MYSELF!
Talking To Myself....
There’s no simple way for me to let you in and understand
how I compose these Thoughts and Words. It becomes even all the more harder
because for about 99% of the time; I never premeditate them.
Arriving to this very deep and personal conversation with
myself, was no different to hundreds others I have written before or just
yesterday.
In this lottery of my life, the Spirit simply stirs up this
giant pond filled with gazillion words. Draws
out a line or topic from these words and drops them into my spirit.
I grab these thoughts or line and try to simplify by converting
them into legible words or statements. Writing is immediate as the words come
pouring out like a drizzling rain.
I always write in the dark (unprepared), never sure what in
the world I’m talking about. My writing starts to make sense once I reach the
last verse.
The musical background is topic for another day. I cannot be
grateful enough to all these gifted artists, whose music I steal in order to
spice up my Thoughts and Words.
I use Smooth Jazz, Jazz Fusion, Classical Jazz, Acid Jazz
and New Age Jazz.
Many times I’m led straight into that perfect tune which
fits like a glove with my story, line by line.
Other rare times, I had to struggle by going thru my songs
library, test and pass my choice of that song.
The most exciting times is when I just turn on a song,
listen and suddenly, words begin to play out in my heart.
I write most of these narratives standing and dancing to
that tune. Wow! Ay, let me leave you alone. My walk with God... I’m never
alone..
Thank you for allowing me to guide you into one of my sacred
rooms in this complicated labyrinth of my life story.
I know thousands of you out there can relate to my story.
Welcome.
God bless you all
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Similar Narratives
Talking To Myself And By
Myself!
When I was a baby, everyone and even strangers wanted to
kiss and play with me. Babies grow up in a very crowded world!
I crawled all the way up and miraculously reached the
table’s height. Again finding myself in a tight-fisted world of too many
teachers. This was something to behold!
Migrating faster than maize’s stem to boyhood and teen
years, opened my world of dreams. In this stage of my life everything evolved
around me.
Talking to myself and by myself became the chorus of my
existence. I never ran short of audience since I had myself, trees, animals and
the wind to talk to!
People underestimate a boy’s virtues for survival.
Poor boy, looks sad and lonely too.. they’d remark! Only if they knew. What
makes a man forget his boyhood? I don’t know!
Talking to myself and by myself! Who in the world misconstrued this boy for being sad
and lonely?
There’s no way in hell this baby could be found higgledy-piggledy.
With the stars and the moon around? Think again or perish the thought!
As boys, we learned to howl at the moon from dogs! We tried
to find reasons why these fellas screamed at the moon, to no avail.
Tell you what? Even those many teachers who bothered
us at every possible whim to drill something new into our brains... couldn’t
help us!
Hello. Welcome to my little world! If you will, just follow
me around! My world is complete with walls, roof, doors and windows.
It’s a complicated labyrinth where each room tells a
different story. Do not stress. Everything you see around depicts the story of
my life. This is me you’re looking at!
Talking to myself and by myself became the theme of my
being since boyhood. I believe God helps a man to lean back and draw strength
from his past.
Our past is in the future today. It’d be completely
impossible to survive every day today without recalling the past!
Talking to myself and by myself! We have today in the past.
Tomorrow is the future we’ll never see in this life! Are you still here with me?
Like the endless horizon, tomorrow and the future are
always beckoning us to hurry up to nowhere!
You can run, ride a submarine or fly but you’ll never reach
the end! Vanity of vanities life is, cried the wise King Solomon.
Talking to myself and by myself. Children are a
blessing from the Lord! Amen to that! Remember, children just like I was as a
child?
Over the years, children of my loins grew up and stopped
being my children! Talking to myself by myself saved my sanity!
What happened to the simple phone calls?
Everything you read in these pages of my life, is me
talking to myself by myself!
I learned to survive alone in my world as a naive orphaned
boy.
Tell me, why must I spend the rest of my life chasing
shadows?
Talking to myself and by myself. This is a decision I
made long ago as a kid.
Believe it or not! Talking to myself by myself, is my
invisible world made of Thoughts and Words!
Ringing! Ring.
Hello Tata, and how
are you doing today?
What time is this. 3:00 am?
Damn! I must be dreaming again.
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