Today will be different

I want today
To be different;
I will make sure
It is different;
It cannot be different
On its own;
If I do nothing,
The result will be
The same old result.
I must do something,
I must act;
It is action
That brings results.
My action today
Will bring results;
And I will enjoy today.


Don’t only show the way

Different types of people,
You will find around.
Some will want to lead;
Some will want to follow;
Some will show the way,
But wait for others to go;
Some will go themselves,
And though will take
The lead,
Will not reach the end;
Some will come from behind,
And get right to the end;
Some are Andrew, the Apostle,
Who always showed the way
But would himself step back;
Some will be like Peter,
Who will get to the tomb last,
But go directly inside;
If you know the way,
And equally know the destination,
Don’t only show it to others;
But get on your way
And also arrive.

Love all known and unknown

People are different on the surface of the earth;
It has not stopped amazing me
How different we humans are;
Not everybody is like you;
Not everybody likes what you like;
Not everybody goes to your Church;
Not everybody drinks the beer you adore;
Not everybody relishes your most delicious meal;
We are all different in many ways;
We are different from our friends;
Yet, we are friends;
Everyone cannot be like you;
You must not love only those who are like you.
Love all;
Love those who are like you
And those who are not like you.
Love everyone who lives on the surface of this earth
Known and unknown;
And do good to all you meet, known and unknown.

Midnight intruder.

                                   I must admit, I’m afraid of the dark. Everytime the night is upon me I shiver and tremble and my mind is filled with terrifying thoughts. That’s why I sleep with a night-light. Last night was just like any other night. I kept my small fish bowl light on and I tucked myself in well, careful to leave no body part uncovered. You see, Ghostare afraid of blankets (apparently). After doing that, I began to doze off and had just reached that creamy layer of dreamy sleep, when suddenly, I heard a THUMP! I woke up startled!

                       I was terrified, and I strained my ears trying to listen, hoping that the sound was a figment of my imagination. THERE IT WAS AGAIN! I jumped out of bed and looked around searching for a weapon. I took my phone and dialed 911 just incase I needed help, (does the police cater to miserable people being scared witless by ghosts?). I repeated the Pythagoras theorem over and over again softly, it was oddly reassuring. ‘Maybe the ghost is scared of maths?’ I thought, idiotically. As I tiptoed down the stairs with my heart beating wildly, I thought about all the boys I had kissed (none) and all the pizzas I would never be able to eat. That’s when I saw it, an eerie light coming from my kitchen. I could feel my skin prickle and I felt like vomiting, every muscle in my body screamed for me to run away like Usain Bolt. I bolted (hah! See what I did there?) down the stairs, screaming some absolute gibberish, I forgot what I said but it was something along the lines of, ‘DON’T YOU DARE DEPRIVE ME OF PIZZA CASPER!”.

                          I reached the bottom of the stairs and I stopped dead in my tracks, the scary ghost was my younger brother. Turns out he had run away from home and needed a place to stay, and since I live 20 blocks away, I was his best choice. Really though, the lesson I learnt from this was to not give my house keys to my family.

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