I read words that are similar to the above embolden sentences on social media. It came like a flash but stuck.
The completing part of the statement
said that though all men will die, not all men truly lived. I don’t know the effect the writer wanted to achieve but the moment I stopped to go over the words in my mind, I discovered that living was one of the most expensive journeys ever; to actually live, to dream and live your dreams, to want to take a walk in the Sahara and actually take that walk.
I see obituaries everyday, of people who were presumed to have lived a fulfilled life by those they left behind, because the man or woman
clocked 70 years or 80 or 100. Or because they had so many children and grandchildren. But how can you truly say if someone actually lived if you did not know what he gave up to be what you saw and what it was that was a burden to him throughout his living except you were inside of his mind.
To live, you have to be daring. You have to not take failure lightly by resigning. When there is a locked door, it is either you would continue knocking or you are creative enough to construct another door. To live is to have an idea of what a great life would be and you deliberately go after that life. There were cases of men who wanted to please their parents. They wanted to become teachers, nurture children. They wanted to share their experiences with members of the young generation and give as much necessary help but they could not because reality was not fair. While the parents opposed or were open to whatever idea that it was that their child would fly with, they were adamant on being taken care of, and the siblings too. And these challenges tilt the head of these dreams until it goes the other way.
It is perceived as greed and selfish to consider self only in the African family system. If you were bent on going to a medical school, when the fee was weighed and how the future of the siblings could be shaped by some fractions of the medical school fees, a strong believer in a dream either goes to work out his own salvation. The person who doesn’t live the dream simply lets go of it and lives a life of inaudible regrets. He grows with the fear and instills same fear in the life of his offspring.
All men will die. But not all men lived. What do you think would enable you live? How have you weighed these dreams and seen that it means so much? Are they dreams you can work on and still pursue so you do not grow up to become a grumpy old man with fantastic dreams that are only figments of the imagination? When you die, you should die empty of your resources to earth, to have loved to the fullest, to laugh to the fullest, to have showed care and given the world a kind of prize that is priceless.
Don’t just float and disappear. This world is about you too. Take a small amount of risk and live so that when death comes, you’d embrace it and say that truly you enjoyed whatever time you had to walk the face of earth.
PS: What’s your biggest dream?