Being an independent lady and a Christian which limits me to some things I could do and restrict me from some things, I've wondered at some point in my life **"why come into this earth to struggle, trying to live a life to be worthy of inheriting heaven and not hell fire in the first place when I could have just stayed back in heaven and enjoying the peaceful stay there with the angels.
Looking at how people die everyday and how new babies comes into the world crying as soon as they open their eyes to the light of the world is a great sign to telling us that life itself is a struggling abode. As soon as your chapter ends, another person's own is starting so there's no stop to existence and struggling of man.
I've seen a woman looking for the fruit of the womb, trying to have a baby of her own and after several years of trials and finally getting conceived, which got her happy and having the joy of being a mother soon, but her life was cut short by the same pregnancy on the day she was supposed to put to bed.
Then it kept on crossing my mind, would she had insisted on getting pregnant if she knew it will end that way? What if she had just stayed childless or just adopt a child even though adoption is not really recognized by our chronic African women except the babies they carry in their wombs.
The day I totally realized how valueless life is, holding everything to heart and endless pursuits is when and how I lost my mum.
It's a different thing to say one has a sick person and you're trying to make them survive the sickness but what about when there's no sign of sickness and death just came in to take away the breathe of life. At that point I realized that no matter how strong you are to fight for yourself or loved ones, there's always an invisible who's much more powerful to take it all in a matter of seconds. I realized it wasn't about how long we lived, how much riches we acquired but the lives we impacted.
In between losing my mum and the mourning period, I was scared not to lose my job as it's a one-man business that I'm not sure has a standard of giving staff much time for bereavement. After two weeks I was called back to resume and in my head I guess I was thinking of being treated like someone who just lost her mum just like my mum would treat me more nicely and with more attention at the period I failed to get something I attempted on getting till I am able to get through the emotions but life isn't about how we imagine and not a storyline scripted to make a movie on Netflix.
If only life was a movie truly, then my life scripts would have been on the lines of living fulfilled by now after surviving so many long-sufferings, endurance, heartbreaks healing, and survival hardships.
I recently saw a movie on MovieRoom titled Independence day: Resurgence (A science fiction movie) that is about how some mysterious aliens nearly destroyed the planet and I kept thinking, what if it were real? Is this really how almost everyone will be wiped out in a matter of minutes?😲. The what else would happen next?
Thinking through everything in life and how it can all end in a second, the good and bad people that have been involved in my life journey, the pain of losing the woman I hold so dear and other things, the only thing that has kept me going and still smiling through it all is not the fact that I have a vision or a dream to accomplish but the fact that some other lives are attached to my success and if I'm not rising they might as well not rise.
I'm not living for them but I'm living and struggling more to live fulfilled so that my existence can impact other lives.
I'll be dropping my 🖊️ here on the SciFi Multiverse prompt for the week.
Thanks for reading through 🤗
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