A load of nuggets, a thousands of words, a earth-full of encouragements! And that is where it ends...
Absolutely nothing can do it for you but you. However, life sucks yet the height one attain is a childbirth of the mind. But my mind is rather selfish as it hardly gives my conscience a space.
My instinct and my mind are like cronies, they hardly disagree but my conscience is the attacker. Perhaps there is a need for a forth party in the system at-least to serve as a justifier.
I might soon be cajoled - or why is it that my mind is the only organ that knows what I need and offers how to get it - severally, it has told me to engage my internet skills to dupe unsuspecting people with beautiful imagery of how I will spend the spoil, it reminded me of how I could do crazy evil things, get away with it and spend the spoil on charitable things. My mind seems smarter, it says life is a survival of the smartest...! And then I look into where I am coming from, I realised that +cecpnigeria is the third humanitarian organisation I have volunteered for but some people running a charity organisation does not imply they carry charitable mind - the intention might actually be for something personal. Sometimes, Okada might just be more important than a life!
If I had follow my mind I will never be on Okada at Oshodi-Apapa expressway; perhaps the conscience might still lead me up but when?
Should I follow the mind, fair-play might suffer. If I play by the conscience, my height might never be tall. #BriefandDeep
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