On Passion And Excuses...

Oh yeah..I know that "Are you freaking kidding me" look on your face...The kind of look you'd also give a child who brings home a poor result...I know that look...Yet I also know a part of you is excited that finally Your favourite blogger (whatever that means) gets to blog again.

Seeing that I apologized for taking too long in my last post which was over a year ago, precisely on 12th June,2012, I should normally apologize again for committing the same sin by taking about a year to put up another post and I will because I owe you one.

Interestingly, what I want to talk about is a lesson I've drawn from this personal experience - Quitting blogging for a while. Now while I was growing up, I had a great passion for writing. I wrote lots of short stories and plays that made meaning to me at the time and even to the adults who read them. I always had a book I was writing at every point. I tore the pages of my regular school exercise books just to ensure I wrote something. And I had papers all over my room. In fact, I saw my self as an author (just not a Published one). It was a beautiful feeling because at that point, I said to myself "This is where your talent lies".

Fast forward a couple years later. One day, I picked up the manuscripts of these books I had written, looked at them and I instantly felt stupid. I asked myself "Dude, what in the world were you thinking when you wrote these?". I couldn't even show them to anyone else anymore because I thought they were going to mock my effort the same way I mocked mine. I think it was at that point that a strange idea was driven into my subconscious that "What if I attempt writing again and people just laugh and look away?". I started to ask myself "Are you sure you are not rusty?. I mean it has taken a couple of years since you last wrote anything except cases and sections and legal principles." "Do you really want to do this?"

So this, unfortunately, was the negative turning point in my life because from then on, anytime I picked up my pen to write anything, all I ever thought about was how I wasn't going to be able to really write something good. And sadly, that thought lived and dwelled with me for a long time. (And by the way, I still felt the same way while writing the other few posts you'll find on the blog)

But here's the point I have been trying to make with this story. I grew up having a great passion for Writing. I knew already where I was headed. I had already imagined how many Orange Prizes I was going to receive in the future. I was talking about my passion to every adult I knew then. But One day,I woke up and looked at these same works I had proudly written and felt discouraged about their acceptability. And then a strange visitor came knocking at my door - Mr Excuses!

Excuses asked me if I was ok,if I was normal. He asked me if I didn't realise that I was rusty, haven not written in a while. He told me to occupy myself with other things and stop kidding myself with the thoughts of writing. He even asked me who was going to read my blog!
By the time Excuses was done talking, I had already given total attention to his words and bought into them. I gave him a room in my house (heart). And we wined and dined that night. Then Excuses told me he wanted to stay over at my house (house) because some dude had driven him away and had gone ahead to start a business.(I made the mistake of not asking him if the guy succeeded in the business or not. I would have known Excuses was definitely not a good guest).

So Excuses stayed with me for a very long time and we became best friends. He even delved into handling some other areas of my life. I never complained. But one day, in fact, 3 weeks ago, as I sat outside my house, I met a long lost friend, Passion.

Passion and I were childhood friends but had to go our separate ways because I attempted to and did push him off a cliff one day while we were on one of our adventures. I ran away after I did...I never saw Passion again. I think he got tired of trying to be my friend because I wasn't letting him. And I was always trying to kill him.

With so much joy and tears in my eyes, I hugged passion and welcome him to my house. Excuses had been watching Tv when Passion and I entered the living room. The look on his face told me straightaway that trouble was brewing. And for the first time ever since I met Excuses, he got really violent. He picked up a stool and threw it at Passion. He wanted to get into a fight with Passion but Passion overpowered him and threw him out. I just stood by and watched all that went on that afternoon. And yes...I was thrilled...

So permit me to introduce to you...My new best friend PASSION!...And It is in his company,that I am writing this piece. Passion has come to stay in my life and will NEVER ever leave...And we'll still do so many articles together.

Here, finally, is my call to you. Never entertain excuses in your life because it will stay on, not just for a short while but for months,years and even a Lifetime!...And there is only one thing it brings along with it-------> FAILURE!

If your Passion is lying critically ill or you've even killed it, you can cause it to resurrect. (Yes. You can perform your own first miracle...Lol). In my case, Passion returned back to me without any effort. But some might have to resurrect theirs...Because PASSION can give you a ticket to meet another cool dude called RIGHT ACTION...And once you take Passion and Right Action into your home,your chances of meeting Success are really high!

By the way,I heard excuses was spotted in one lady's house 'toasting' her and even asking her to marry him and that she should give up her plans to go into Events management. And I have a feeling he may just show up at your house one of these days. DON'T EVER LET HIM IN!