Happiness is a state of mind. Today, you're happy. Tomorrow, you're not. Next tomorrow, you're happy. It is fleeting.
At the moment, No, because something bothers me. But it will pass regardless.
But that is not what I'm talking about. I mean long term happiness. A life of unwavering happiness. There is a vacuum in life only God can fill.
Pain has a face. The person you hurt is not just a number or statistics. It is a person who has to live through the brunt and take meaningful time to heal from the after effect and trauma.
One reason I barely go to peoples houses till date is this, when I was younger, had this friend that used to stay with his uncle, they were rich rich and the boy Dey sponsor our outing once once, so we used to hangout together a lot… one day, bro said I should come sleep over o, na so I leave my papa house go their house go sleep… next morning after morning devotion, the uncle said he’s looking for 100k o… sweat from the phantom realm just soak my body for early morning 🤣🤣🤣
Now they didn’t say I took it, but they made funny comments like “and money no Dey loss for this house o” and I caught my sub…
Went back home later that day and told my dad what happened at my sleepover, my dad just calmly said that I stole the money, omo I was shocked o, I told dear old daddy that I didn’t take the money o… and then my dad said something that has been etched in my mind till date “YOU LEFT YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND WENT TO THEIR HOUSE, WHATEVER THEY SAID YOU DID, YOU DID IT” and that was enough for me…. Before I come your house come pass the night ehn, you go pour libation 🤣🤣🤣🤣
I'm not trying to be atheistical or influence you not to pray. It is a weakness, not a flex. As a Christian, you ought to pray ceaselessly.
I just do not consciously pray. But I do if you compel me to. I usually prefer worship and thanksgiving. I'm just not comfortable with the idea of making demands in the name of prayer. Even if I have to, I end up praying for others. I just believe God is faithful enough to do what he wants to, if he wants to, and when he wants to.
However, I'm working on my prayer life. Not well enough, but I'm on it.
Privilege is such an interesting thing I often find myself thinking about. We do not ask for the life we have, and that is why I'm very mindful of it. You often find it a lot in my writing.
Last week, my cleaner told me on Monday(2 days ago) was her birthday. I asked her what age we are celebrating and she said 33. Epiphany hit me that my agemate is my cleaner. I wore a wry smile as I nodded my head and told her to remind me on Monday so she could get her gift.
I then went to my room to deal with the epiphany of privilege. In another universe, that could easily have been me.