#whyichanged

[dear-epi]

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[kslittlediary-blog]

People Change

One great man I have heard of said that he cannot say whether things will get better if we change; what he can say is we must change if we are to get better. At some point in time everybody changes. It might be for the better or worse.  Society is always happy to see one change for the better, but when the change is what society regards as negative, they frown. I have been through a lot and changed through several phases in this life. It hasn’t always been for the best. And yeah… I am aware it’s for the worst. I don’t choose to implement a change in my life knowing very well it is bad, just that at times that seem to be the only if not the best option available to make. Funny though it might seem, it is life. What people don’t seem to get is the fact that change is don’t implemented instantly. You see, as we encounter people day in and day out, we experience things. Things that contribute to what change will come up next in our lives. We go through things that changes us. Our experiences both good and bad, our handling of emotions and the kind of people we meet, as well as, the relations and experiences we encounter in dealing with them. These are the building blocks to the change in our lives. So the next time you go on wondering why I have changed this much, introspect about the things you did to contribute to this change. Because you played your role in bringing this change into being, but remember you alone did not cause did change but you did cast a stone across the waters  to create the many ripples of this change.

[emmanzm-blog]

How I Became A Madman

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before

many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were sto- len -- the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless

through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He

is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for

the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul

was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in

a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneli- ness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave

something in us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another

thief.

-Kahlil Gibran