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I Wanted That Fancy Life

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All through my life I have wanted a classy life. A life in paradise as we here on earth call it. I have wanted that very beautiful woman as my wife that pimped sports car, that expensive lifestyle, those fancy clothes etc. I have been working so very hard for that. I have trudged rough hillocks of few hours of sleep, heavy multitasking, extensive reading etc. just to see that am a ‘someone’. But, to whose eyes?

 

Most people want that too. I wanted it fast. I had even planned how I will achieve it. I promised myself to work harder than average and I did. I would sometimes watch TV and see documentaries of young and successful  persons saying things like  “I’m 22 and I have a multimillion company.” “I got my first million when I was 18.” I would be killed by such and I would ask myself why not me? With all these talents and hard work?

 

It was then that I realized I am too mean. Too mean even though I don’t sell the product from my hands, too mean even though I have helped to many people with my skills in the relevant fields that am competent in. I was so mean because I always focused on what I gain afterwards, not money, but my brand. I was doing these things because I wanted to grow my ‘companies’ from as early as that time.

My goal was to become richer, to prove to the people who said that I won’t make it that am now a someone, to have that land, those fleet of well doing companies etc.

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One day with my frequent fantasies about how good my life will be? I thought of death. I thought of me as that successful guy with all the worldly riches and then I just die as it is all mortals destination. I thought of my successful chain of wealth on another person’s hand. Someone who did not know the pain, the struggle and the hard work put to make the whole fantasy successful. I thought maybe I may die before I get that son/daughter to inherit the company, or maybe he/she will misuse the property as they don’t know the struggle. I just realized it is all useless; it is like chasing the wind.

 

My definition of blessing was material but no, I realized that to be blessed is to be happy and to be satisfied. A blessing is that feeling of freedom deep inside you. It is the peace that is in your life, it is that respect, that charisma, it is that state when no human controls your life but God. Blessings are those awards that people have bestowed upon you, not physically but deep in their hearts that, “This guy has really had a positive impact in other’s lives.”

 

A friend sent me a video on WhatsApp titled “The Anima Series – The Wall” I went to the author’s channel on YouTube. His name is Jon Jorgenson and the channel name is “The Anima Series”. I came across one of his videos named “Does God Answer Prayers?” This video changed my perspective of how I thought prayers work. Before I used to blame God why He wasn’t answering my prayers and maybe this was time God was telling me why.

 

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Jon Says “The question is not, ‘Who’s going to answer my prayer?’ rather the question is ‘Whose prayer is God going to use me to answer?’”  He continues and says,  “The calling that God placed on your heart is God calling you to be the light in someone else’s darkness, to be their hope in their hopelessness, to be their comfort in their despair, to be their spark in their revolution and to be the joy in their sadness. That’s God calling you to be the answer in somebody else’s prayer!”

 

 

This was proof that I was mean, I was so concerned about my life that I used friends as a medium to show the world how magnificent I am. I was doing things because I wanted things in return. I have come to believe that there is that talented person out there that needs an input from me so that he/she can make it. I believe that I am the answer to someone’s prayer. My goal just changed from being that money thirsty sponge to a guy who wants to be an answer to someone else’s prayer wanting nothing in return.

 

I believe there is also success in you after someone you have helped has succeeded. There is that awesome feeling one truly feels after helping someone and that person makes it, the same way a parent feels when all his/her children make it in life. Why should I need praise from others when praise itself praises me in my heart?

 

Guys, this life is not all about you. Life is not about the things of the world because the scriptures tell us 1st John 2:15 “Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world” Without happiness and satisfaction you are living just another “Chase A Paper” Life. Life is like a jigsaw. It involves you being that piece to complete another’s life. The race to a successful life is not how strong and fast you finish alone but rather how many of the less fortunate you picked along the way to make them cross the finish line successfully, even though you won’t cross that line yourself.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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