Tuesday 18 November 2014

Humility

Who i want to be when i grow up
And then one day you meet this person.
This person whose aura radiates pure selflessness.You are drawn closer and closer to their inner being.You want to soak in the steam of their purity.Want to mosturize your inner being with the untainted virtue of their collectedness,of their tamed tongue,of their gentleness.You want to blanket your cold soul with their think tank,take in all their wisdom,let it go viral,
This person gently touches your soul with the presence of their being.No speech.No words.Just altruistic motives.An unadulterated human being.You want to sync in with their vibe.Hashtag yourself to the definition of their being.
Whats their label?
# Humility!
You want to carry it like a Louis Vuitton bag.
Proud.
Like its your most prized possession.Like its your only possession worthy of being shown off.
Humility!
You want to taste this life,of not looking down on anybody.
Taste humility.Lick it before it melts away.Let the memory savour long enough,you can tell your great grandchildren how good a lick of humility can be way after the coldness has evaporated from your soul.
Crunch on its core teaching.Lick humility like a kid eating their first ice cream cone.With great fascination.Enjoying every bite,of humility.
Humility
Priceless!
You gape in awe.In flabbergasted wonder.In total disbelief.Wondering if truly a person this good does really exist.You try to fault find this HUMAN being.
You Search and search,phoraphoring the corners of their soul,peeping into the window of their desires for that one dirting spot.Could a human BEING be this blameless? Be this spotless?
When it hits you,it hits you hard.You shout Euraka! Eureka! ,i got it,I got it,''i have been trying to find a needle in a haystack,''you say.
You accept.Some of God's angels walk the face of the earth and we without eyes think we walk besides humans.
Perhaps this human being is the rasta guy at the end of your street,trying to make ends meet,through honest means.
Perhaps This guy is the driver giving his all,feeding his toddler kids through his lunch hour with his meagre means.
Perhaps This guy is the Mmamochachose lady braaing meat,under the hot summer heat, every single day on her feet,singing to the tune of her own heartbeat.
Perhaps This guy is your maid,who gives you all her aid,without being paid .
Perhaps This guy is the nurse,the doctor,the teacher,the cook,the waiter,the hairdresser,the driver,the mother,the carpenter,the security guard,the pump attendant,the politician,the councillor,the pastor,the sister,the brother,the classmate,the church mate,the beer buddy,the father,the guy, you always pass on your street.
Perhaps the greatness you have been searching for has been right beside you all along.
Perhaps Who i want to be when i grow up; is The greatness walking beside me all along

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