There are two kinds of people in the world. There are those who gather materials and thoughts and those who are gathered by materials and thoughts. I’m the second kind. Most of the latter kind, including me, wishes to be the first kind though. The first kind are the ones who are most likely going to be at the highest level a person could be at in life as they are will-oriented. The only way I know how to explain more about the second kind
is that there is no time in my day that I’m not thinking about how I ended up in a situation I did not ever wish to be and yet there’s very little I can do about it because, again, materials and thoughts gather me! It’s like having a boat and not knowing which way to steer because you can’t see the river!
A downside to living a life being the second kind is that you do not enjoy living. You just live but you do master the tab switching art- Facebook, Quora, YouTube. All goes well as the routine sinks into you slowly until one fine day you awake to a realization that you’ve drifted far, far away and you know what the worst part is? The worst part is that you are intuitively tuned in to experiencing these sudden bursts now and you don’t do anything about it. I’m writing this blog post because I came across a very nice piece of writing that took me back through the years to my time I was in school. I was in tenth grade when I first put pen to paper my thoughts and it was then, I fell in love with the power of the written words. But, as the years went by, the intensity fizzled out as I found my life imprisoned by a sense of complacency. The first piece I wrote, I still remember, had my contentment filled to the brim and running over. That’s because there’s nothing more enjoyable than putting words under the title- ‘My Mother’. As I stroll down the memory lane, I realize how couldn’t I fan the flame and continued writing. I became the second kind instead, choosing to accept my circumstance every time I should have interdicted it with a storm of resistance.
I do not completely understand why most people belong to the second kind I have categorized people into. To me, it boils down to the way society has got the whole thing structured. Why be one thing, which is what the society wants you to be and fail at it,
when you can be so many different things and excel? I do not know the answer to this question because, again, I’m gathered by materials and thoughts. The people who belong to the first kind know the answer to this question which is why getting started on their dreams seems so easy to them. The latter kind, like me, just keep strolling along hoping they would write their magnum opus some day!