lofty thoughts. el manifesto.

One prays for strength in times of weakness and humility in those of strength. One hopes to wear his troubles well, like a big tree in heavy wind. In his big tree role, one would shield smaller, less graceful ones from being uprooted by said wind. One would never consider others to be of a lesser status than him. One would never defend his God; he would always defend other people whomever their God because that’s what his God would want him to do. One would spend his life going after that spark of happiness –the one that comes out of nowhere, no rhyme or reason, warms his heart and is gone in a matter of seconds. Kind of reminds one of the time when him and his siblings would, in their bid to bring the ailing Nokia TV (yes, their first encounter with the brand came not in the form of a cell phone) to life, repeatedly put the plug in and out of the socket. Oh sweet spark! One would one day be able to see, really see; then he would know that he is surrounded by unfathomable beauty and beast; and he would grant that the things that make him want to show off and /or to hide his face in shame from the world pale in comparison with the big picture. One would embrace the newness in each day and he would walk, nay, glide through it with a knowing yet inviting (to God) smile on his face. One would neither talk about nor remember the good things that he did/does/will do lest he would run out of good things to do. One’s role in society would be best represented by multiplication and division –he would never seek to be on top. The serious nature of this post can be deduced from the fact that one has so commendably fought off the urge to expand on the sexual undertone of a couple of statements made thus far.  And now he has gone and done it. Society would remain the same in his presence or absence. Tempting as it may be, one would not want to be remembered in any way; one would make sure of that. One would be wary of the good will turned dictatorship. One would listen, really listen: to himself so that he would know exactly what he wants; to others so that he won’t just be waiting for them to finish. One’s life would not always be about what one wants. One would learn from everyone and would have everyone as his role model. One would see God in everyone. Truth would be the default mode of, the thing that comes most naturally to one; truth would permeate one’s whole being. One’s prayers would not be rote nor would they be a practice in waxing eloquent. Those times he is crushed by ignorant fear, grief and disappointment, times he can’t say his prayers properly (and this is often),  he would find it in his heart to say “Amesegnalehu” and “Yiqir Belegne;‘’ and let his silence do the rest. And if when death comes, one would be ready like a sleepless night before a big trip brought to an end by the morning and assured sleep in the bus: I have played my unique part (Sibhat G. : “I am the only one who could exist inside this skin) and now it’s up to Charon. From here on out, one’s life would not be akin to a sleepless night…

Those are the kinds of thoughts that float around one’s head twice a day: after a morning mug of coffee which lights up his mug (and makes world peace seem like a real possibility) and just before bedtime. The in between is filled with mindless drudgery and sleep, which proves tiresome on occasions. One would be the first to admit that one is weak. But one would not dare write one off viz. achieving his ideals. Why?  Well, one hopes to have, not as a grain of mustard seed, but a granary full of faith; Joules of work too.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tibebe
    Apr 04, 2012 @ 15:20:37

    hi three! what’s crackin’❓

    Reply

  2. getere
    Apr 03, 2012 @ 19:16:47

    that was a lengthy introduction. hi one.

    Reply

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