Run your race at your pace.

The best race I realize is one that is run against yourself, against your own God given abilities – to try to be better than you were yesterday.

You can never be good enough when someone is in charge of the grading criteria.  For they judge you with their eyes and their experience. But only you know your strengths, your prowess and the path to your dreams.

It requires a mental toughness to fall out of the rat race the masses are in. It requires that you turn away from temporary security. It requires that you build a unwavering faith in yourself – a one mind. Think about the long term gain over short term  satisfaction.

It will also require that you “die to self”. Because to start anew, to set a new and authentic bearing, you will be called to sacrifice your ego. Your new life will require you to become a nobody before you can become somebody.

And it will takes years –  the path to your dreams. It is not easy, and the rewards can surpass the discomfort that you will feel today.

Be strong and of one mind. Have unwavering faith in yourself and work on our strengths. Why run in that race we really do not have a chance at winning. Life is short, before we know, we will get old wasting our time trying to solve a problem that really was not our passion and our priority.

Be brave to complement your smarts, be strong, be resolute and work smart, not necessarily hard.

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This face, my face

mercyzStory of my life on this canvas,

This face, my face.

Kinks in the hair.

The serious brows.

The eyes – windows to the soul;

The sweep of the cheeks

… & the quietly determined chin

& the button nose.

In my smile,

I see my beginnings,

I see my grandmother,

& I see my mother.

In my reflection,

I see my sisters,

..& all the little girls of the future.

I recognize the smile, the chuckle,

Mannerisms and preferences.

It is all too familiar.

I have come home, yet I am home.


** A Poem celebrating family. Dedicated to the sisterhood.

 

What is my place in the world?

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When Papua New Guinea was mapped and colonised in the early 20th century,  the rest of the world was entering the so-called post-modern era – an era that is marked by advanced technology,  virtual reality and open rebellion to established dogma.
Our consciousness leaped from tribal allegiance to an era of rebellion to authority; stone axe to laser beams; smoke signals to 4G internet. All of these achieved in less than 100 years.
We happened to the world as users of technology and consumers of knowledge – knowing not how all these came to be.
If the world has reached its peak in ideas, technology and theories – what then is our place in the world?
With one leg in the stone age and the other in this post-modern era, we bring to the world a spirituality and a consciousness from an earthy culture into the world of cement, glass and steel and indifference.
And the way to accomplish that is through writing. I believe our place in the world is that of story tellers and philosophers – linking the true primitiveness of the human psyche  to a world so advanced, it has become indifferent to the spiritual dimension of man.
Our view of the world is our contribution to the world. Be brave. Write your story. Tell you story. If not you, who else will?

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