March 2, 2013: John Doe
March 2, 2013: John Doe
If I had a choice, I would watch the sun rise every single day and for each day I watched it rise I would watch it set — without fail.
I believe the most beautiful things; the ones with the most meaning and freedom are found in nature — a river flowing, a butterfly breaking free and even in the wildness of an untamed bush fire.
I believe that dreams, ideas, plans and the myriad in between are conceived at night. I believe that with every sunrise should come the desire to allow these to break free of our minds and to become a reality.
I had an idea, to write out my plans for each day before the sun rises. Some times I succeed, most times I don’t. Today, I wrote out my plans. I left home with my shoulders raised. The beggar on the street, the people I encountered, drivers on the street, the ladies, I had a plan for them all — “Leave them with a smile”. All was well, until I encountered customer service in Glo. Funny how a serious case of foolishness can make you want to toss a well honed plan out of the window. The problem? A representative of a network service provider, a giant at that, told me that he didn’t have the network to do his job. I can assure you, the sun pretty much set at that point and everything went dark. I managed to force a smile and leave the building broken in less than two pieces.
Funny how things hit you when you least expect them. I am young and foolish, but then the desire for freedom knows no age. In my short time here on earth, I have come to realize this: not achieving your dreams, your plans and ideas creates burdens and barriers on that path to freedom.
I now believe the sun rises every time you meet someone new, go somewhere new, start a new job, embark on a new journey and that the as the sun rising denotes the start of a day, it should mean the beginning of something new.
With that, I can assure you people, I broke my Glo SIM.
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John Doe started writing largely as a by-product of boredom; hovering between stress relief, the search for the elusive ONE and an actual life. The Single Nigerian Diaries are the creative outlet where he kicks back his heels and de-stresses (some would say exults in the absurd). Sometimes he can also be found keeping things ticking on his Tumblr.