THE DARK ROOM OF LIFE By:Oluwajimi. J. Thorpe

O Ye darkroom of life.

We came into this world unknowingly to us.

At one point in our lives, we started having emotional feelings toward our family and immediate society.

At another point, we started acquiring knowledge in one discipline or trade which would enable us to meet our needs and purpose.

At another point, we find love.

At another point, we strive for our daily bread.

At another point, we become confused of life's decisions.

At another point, we start a new family.

At another point, we strive to meet our family needs.

At another point, we become old due to TIME.

At another point, we become grandparents.

At another point, we pray for our younger ones to achieve their hearts' desires.

At another point (if you are graced), we have the privilege to see our great grandchildren.

At one point, the body will become weak and die but the soul and spirit will forever live.

LIFE IS LIKE A DARK ROOM IN WHICH WE TEND TO FIND OURSELVES IN MANY TIGHT CORNERS THAT MAY LEAD US TO THE LIGHT.

THE LIFE WE HAVE IS ONLY A PRIVILEGE FROM THE CREATOR, YOUR LIFE IS YOURS TO DETERMINE, WITH THE CREATOR LEADING YOU, NEVER SAY NEVER, NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SAY YOU CAN'T, ALWAYS BE POSITIVE AND SUCCESS WOULD BE YOURS IF YOU "MIND YOUR BUSINESS."

"AND ABOVE ALL, NEVER FORGET TO FIND THE TRUTH & THE LIGHT IN THE DARK ROOM OF LIFE."

©OJ Thorpe blog

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