Jesse Ojuka

I always felt something, something inside me. It didn’t come from parents or teachers. It was a spark that was placed in me at birth. Slowly growing in size like a blooming seed. Mostly it was belief. I believe with faith and hard work, nothing is out of reach.

I always believed all things were possible before I began to read and discover that the people I admire the most share the exact same belief. I feel caged when I stray toward things that don’t inspire me or things that don’t align with my core. Maybe that’s why they called me lazy, I was. I am incapable of engaging in things that drain my soul, slowly morphing me into a living corpse.

Then the lessons appeared and keep appearing. Most people don’t understand me but most people are on autopilot. Dragging their feet through life. Destiny long buried. Values and purpose in the lost and found.

I might be crazy, a thought that excites me. If I am crazy then this insanity is much more fun than the madness I see in others. One that isn’t chosen but is slowly forced onto them. The zombies and clones. If I’m not crazy, then I wonder where my destiny will take me. As I gladly hold hands with the universe. In love with my intuition, swimming with the current instead of against it. To me, that seems like the craziness I want.

We all come into this earth and leave the same way. What differentiates us is what happens in between.

I have been basked in blessings. With this blistering optimism and belief. I will not waste it. I will follow the light.