Life can be complicated, life can be good, life can be a misery and life can be fascinating. In Nigeria here, we say this life no balance.
There are thousands of things that I want to talk about but I’ll give the privilege to this topic. Special thanks to the admins, who have given us this privilege to write about what we can talk about for 15 minutes, if we were given an audience.
Many of us know this already that life is not a bed of roses. But still you look at people who are in their bed of roses at the moment and you envy them. You let sadness and depression set in. (I am not blaming you. Well, I am also a victim). I could write this topic very long but I promise to keep it short.
Funniest part is, some people actually just paint their lives peaceful and easy. And we tend to believe that their lives is easy, we get frustrated, sometimes we hate ourselves and wish for their lives. (don’t get me wrong you can have role model; but you should know that even their lives are not perfect).
We have all had our hard times, where things do not work out the way we want, where we have cried and wish for another life. I have been struggling since I was little but then I never saw it as anything then.
I am the last born of my family.. I have 3 other siblings. Well, I was 9 years old when I willingly decided to go to public school to support my parents. I had to repeat a class because they won’t let me enter directly into primary 6 (which was not even in private schools, they usually stop at 5).
I started my life in public school at the age of 9 in primary 5 till I finished my secondary school or high school. My life in public school was not so good at first but then I got use to it.
My school was quite far from my house, most times I trek to where I can take just one bus, take a bus and trek to school. Most times I get to school late, I get punished for it but I got used to it, heheh. (I think I should write a post about my life in public school).
In my primary school and junior secondary School. I put some effort in my studies ( I will say some effort because I know fully well that I didn’t really put in more effort) even when I had less reason to do so. In most cases, I don’t have textbooks and even if I had, I was prolly given.
In my senior secondary school, I was getting a little bit matured, I was starting to see how other people live, even on the internet and in reality and something that was very precious to me, was nothing to them. In my early Senior secondary School I still have this happiness, but when I was in my late senior secondary school, I had this sadness in me like God, am I a spoon?
Apart, from school and studies. I have always jumped from one business to another looking for way to help. I always to the market for my mom at the age of 10 and even stay in shop for her. Well, the work might be considered to require labour as it to deal with weaving of clothes and selling of clothes.
I started to get intimidated and oppressed by people and their lives. Though people might not actually noticed because I am so reserved and you could hardly tell my feelings. Besides, I had a very high self esteem. But I literally was not happy with my life.
Funny how, things were actually kinda going well for me and family while I was in my senior secondary school but I had this ungrateful heart. I was never grateful but I have always just let other’s people success to darkened my heart and to make me hate my life.
I spend some of my times writing sad poems and all… and I do lock them, so no one would find it
But right now, for like about two years that I was done with my secondary school, I began to see how is life is that people who I have always wanted to be like are also dealing with one or two things. Plus, most people that were living a luxury life, their means was not advisable.
Well, today I can say that I am so grateful. Things are getting better and I hope for the best (though one’s life can’t be perfect). Some people who see me today be like.. "you don’t know much about life, your life is easy…", "look at you, looking fresh", "you wey be omo butii ( you are that you are from a rich family)."
My point is, we have to face a challenge at some point of our lives. So, I just want to say know that you should know your motive of looking at people lives. I say know your motive because you can also use them as a motivation and not a reason to get yourself depressed.
I have people that just act as my motivation.. they give more reason to work hard. When I look their lives, I have this assurance that I can surely do better. So, I do get grateful for what I have and hope for more.
In conclusion, be grateful, don’t look at others in their own comfort times to envy them but use that as a motivation to overcome what ever challenges you are facing. I pray you overcome them.
*As promised, i made this post short
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