Jesse Ojuka

As an optimist, I could never relate to bitter people. People so full of venom and cynicism and envy. Yet today, I can start to understand that perspective a little more. The dullness from work has spilt over onto my weekend. My senses are dulled, and my blade becomes blunt. I used to be able to write a page about the trees and now I see them and forget everything is connected. Walking to the gym today I stunk of a foul mood. My face wasn’t even a frown. It was nothing. It was void of any emotion.

I recently read that to be who we want to be we need to clarify who we don’t want to be. This is who I don’t want to be. Somebody who gets trapped in the nothing. Someone who took his hand off the steering wheel of his life. Someone who loses their freedom and becomes bitter at those who get to be free. I once wrote, “For as long as I’m alive, I’m going to be alive”.

There’s a lesson in it always. I always fall before I reach new heights. I pray God keeps me humble and reminds me that I am just a vessel. This is part of the journey. Without this empathy, how could I help those I want to help?

This only adds fuel to the fire.