And God said “Well done my child, here’s your resting place”

Growth is elusive, years pass and with each year we become a year older than we were. However this doesn’t translate to growth.

Some of us are 30 year old toddlers, screaming and shouting for attention we were deprived of! We haven’t learnt the art of communicating. And we wonder why nobody listens to us.

Some of us are 40 year old boys who are struggling with our sexuality. We were taught a real man gets a wife and has kids, we have done that. Why then do we still lust after our wife’s brother?

Some of us are 25 year old, fat teenagers who were told we would never be desirable. We have collected our fair share of human trophies, to prove we are desirable. Why then do we still empty and fat?

Some us are rebellious teenagers in grown bodies. We have achieved all the accolades and praise to prove we are self sufficient and don’t need nobody. Why then does the expensive house not feel like a home?

Some of us are CEOs in big corporations, working our arses off in jobs we don’t even like, because we were taught art is for hippies! Why then do our hands still shake at the sight of a Mona Lisa?

The truth is we are culmination of of our parents and society’s dreams. They taught us what to be, how to be and some went as far as living their lives through us. That only lasts up to a point though.

At some point we have to live for ourselves. Make our own mistakes. Find our place in the world. Define our world. Define our own truth. Growth is the ability to show compassion to everyone you have been, shed the skins that no longer fit and evolve into the butterfly we really are!

It all starts with awareness! You cannot ignore what is right in front of you! What you do with it once you are aware, is feed it compassion!! Lots and lots of it! Take the necessary steps to grow is the last one. What you do in between is completely up to you! Therapy, prayer, meditation and many other things are available.

Lord knows I don’t want to wake up at 50 and wonder, ‘what happened to my gifts?’

I hope when I see God at the end of my journey, I would have exhausted all my talents and happy! My kind of happy! And God will say “Well done my child, here’s your resting place”



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