Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Distinction 1

A new life buds from a remorseful day
I understand from today a very important principle
It is not the pain of having failed in something but it is the pain of having not tried that consumes you

A new bud grows from a terrible conclusion
I feel tricked
i Feel like I've tricked myself and so no one should take the blame but me
I feel like I've stabbed my self in the back and I feel like I've let myself down greatly

I ask myself
how many bad choices have you made
how many were voluntary , non voluntary acceptable and fatal?
too many is the answer, the answers being short and wrong
I ask myself
is this the pattern you want to live your life?

I ask myself again
are you second best or are you a first that didnt try
it doesnt matter now the result is the same
the outer appearance is the same
but I know deep down
I know in all my heart and in all my mind
I could have been distinct

for it all I ever want ed
to be distinct in God's eyes, my parents eyes, my familys eyes, and my eyes,


So now I ask the question
can I ever be distinct ?



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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -