It’s all a matter of perspective or so the bookworms would say. What did I learn from 2016? Oh well, I’d say it was the best worst year yet, I’m equally torn and I can’t play partial and say it was perfect or disastrous like that… No. I’m an on the fence sitting kinda person.
2016 said to me that I’d do anything to survive, whether its turn my eyes to Zion’s peak, play slave to undeserving masters, act dumb so dumber people could feel smart, or break scriptural dictates. I’d do almost anything so that my flesh could at least have shelter and glucose to plunge forward. From joyful to depressed, in love to heartbroken, academically upright to dumb as shit, undergraduate to hopeful working class, writer to budding photographer… 16 simply played it forward that nothing was permanent and change was going to keep tossing me in its winds. No matter how bad things got, at some point, good always returned.
Inversion or Change of situation, the beginning eventually ends, the poor eventually get rich. Survive… Just Survive.
Survival is key and when you’re deep in that ocean of uncertainty or difficulty, try to keep your head above the waters, try not to drown and when that is done… Smile. The not expensive facial decorative expression is key to survival. It’s like a lighthouse, telling you you’re close to shore, reminding you you’ll survive.
16 was rough and them economics knowing people say 2017 might be worse but what do we care… We’re survivors and we’ll live every day smiling.
16 made me a survivor, know that you too can survive.
#Peace.
#Pavesiloni.
#Ishoyokpelor.
Ishoyor Ufana
