[SHARING] Because perfection does not exist…

Bob Marley’s words… 

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.

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[SHARING] Who are we…? By Milan Kundera

Milan Kundera offers a perspective of who we are… He groups us in four categories, of course everyone runs for the fourth category. A friend shared this passage back in 2009 so one of those days sifting through those old emails, those emails that leave a sweet taste… those ones yes! 

Anyways let us see who we are…

“We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under…

  1. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public.
  2. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. people in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need.
  3. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark.
  4. Finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present; they are the dreamers.” 

Social media makes you become number one, then number two- those people who never say no to anything-the people pleasers, then number three-i have no comment and number four is the ideal one everyone will run for! 

PS: Milan Kundera is the Czech Republic’s most recognized living writer. Of Czech origin, he has lived in exile in France since 1975, having become a naturalised citizen in 1981. His Books are numerous and his writing style is one that would leave you reflective about life’s choices.

 

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Gen. Museveni’s attempt at rejuvenating our rich heritage is a laudable venture

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One of the most traditional folk songs…

Originally posted on I Write What I Like:

Abwooli Rujumba Omurungi W’Abasambu, All my life, I have never burdened the President of this Republic with the insignificance of my support. Never at any one time! Never! May be because it is just insignificant. At least am on record as having refused to prostrate before that god of yellow frocks.Those that prostrate before him tell me that he is a giving one. Giving is one of his many attributes. He that gives away bulging envelopes that shimmer in browns and yellows.

Gen Yoweri Kaguta T. Museveni- Ruler of Uganda.

However, reading his commentary of Anatha Rwap in today’s (2nd December 2010) New Vision p. 18- 19, I have for the first time esteemely regarded my President- H.E Gen. Yoweri T. Kaguta Museveni. He may err more than he does delight, but, at least judging from the article, someone’s (in)famous son admittedly has some little bit of salt left in him.The General writes:

‘…The recital (of…

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The fable of the boy & the pencil… Being at peace with the world!

One of those stories that is simply told with lots of lessons… And I am just sharing… 

“A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:

‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’
His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:
I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.
‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’
‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.
‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’
‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’
‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action”

― Taken from Paulo Coelho’s, Like the Flowing River

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Hymn to Isis ( 3rd or 4th century AD )

Paulo Coelho uses this very old poem as his forward in Eleven Minutes;  and it happens to be one of my favorite poems. Our souls consist of many roles and relations… Our joys, our pains, our desires, our dreams…  My friend will love this… ta…dah…

For I am the first and the last

I am the venerated and the despised

I am the prostitute and the saint

I am the wife and the virgin

I am the mother and the daughter

I am the arms of my mother

I am barren and my children are many

I am the married woman and the spinster

I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated

I am the consolation for the pain of birth

I am the wife and the husband

And it was my man who created me

I am the mother of my father

I am the sister of my husband

And he is my rejected son

Always respect me

For I am the shameful and the magnificent one

Discovered in Nag Hammadi, 1947

NOTE:

Isis (Ancient GreekἾσις, original Egyptian pronunciation more likely “Aset” or “Iset”) is a goddess in Ancient Egyptian religious beliefs, whose worship spread throughout the Greco-Roman world. She was worshipped as the ideal mother and wife as well as the patroness of nature and magic. She was the friend of slavessinnersartisans and the downtrodden, but she also listened to the prayers of the wealthy, maidens, aristocrats and rulers (Source: Wikipedia)

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The Ugandan Twitter.

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Oh well… Oh well…

Originally posted on Lobstar's Tales:

*Opens and Sips On a Nile Special..*Does a French Inhale .Actually The Nile Special Opened and Sipped On here is just Two Words 11 Letters Nothing More..Looking at UOT Time Lines an Investor Would be quick To Invest his Money Nile Breweries. The Question here is Why is it always Nile Special? Is it the Best On the Market? or Can we settle For the Fact that it is just Influence from what One has Seen from One of the people He/She Follows.*Opens a Calsberg because These are Not for everyOne In fact For No one,One the Other side Am Stoned AF but I have to continue…Let than sink in knowing On a Ugandan Time line there is a lot of Virtual Drinking and Smoking.

Talk about Standards..these in UOT circles are Set So High. One wonders if Some Tweeps Use Premium Data Bundles while Others are using Free Data…

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Being numbed…

In Paulo Coelho’s Eleven Minutes, Maria experiences her first orgasm through masturbation and her vivid feeling was sensationally rightly put through these words…

“Orgasm! It was like floating up to heaven and then parachuting slowly down to earth again.”

The way Maria describes the act of floating up to heaven and slowly returning to earth, that imagination has played in my head a million times and with a lot of sensationalism… my throat has dried at times…

Milan Kundera’s 1984 novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being has a particular extract that brings into context what Maria experienced….You need to read that slowly…

“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”

What Maria experiences and what Kundera vividly puts through words, let us do this slowly… the woman longs to be weighed down by a man’s body (STOP)… intense fulfillment (STOP)… lightness… and the way Kundera sums the passage by asking Weight or Light… what shall we choose?

We all have experienced (if you have not, sorry, keep looking) that sex or ravishing that was too good that every time you replay it in yr head; you find yourself smiling sheepishly even in public… or asking some one for a pardon in a Friday afternoon meeting where the point that was being made was crystal clear… Anyway anyway….

There are things that can not be explained, they just have to be experienced… yes experienced but this experience does not come from the unending meaningless sexual flings that we engage in…  the parachuting, being weighed down, intense fulfillment or soaring in that orgasm… there has to be a connection that is more than the physicality… more than the physicality hmmm…

Why am I talking about Sex? Anyway this was not supposed to lead to anything serious…

Pyaaaaaaaat… Pyaaaaaaat… Three dots mean incomplete thoughts…

To Be Continued…

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The best part of life is the thinnest slice…

Brutus and Cassius are discussing the final phase of their civil war with the forces of Octavian and Marcus Antonius. Cassius has been urging that they group their forces at Sardis and take advantage of the secure location to catch their breath.  Then Brutus says…

There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

I like to start my posts with excerpts from history!  History has a way of teaching us many things, we must learn… we must take on opportunities that come to us or seek them and use them meaningfully, we must seek to use what is available to us to enhance our well being… and we must learn not to be selfish… yes blah blah blah!!! Why did I quote that particular discussion between Brutus and Cassius, first it is one of my favorite quotes from Shakespeare and two it can be applied to many contexts in your life as you deem fit.

Back from history class, anyway today morning I had an email exchange with a very close friend, so naturally along the way we discussed age (call it affairs)… yes age, the inevitable thing called age;  so we reflected upon things that have gone good,  weary, crushes, hearts that have been broken( oh those ouch!), lost dreams, lost ideals, friends you last called or sent that famous Christmas or happy new year message( I only reply those who have been in touch all year through), kissing your partner (I will use partner to accommodate our numerous orientations) good morning, calling your parent/guardian to wish them a good week, helping a child cross the road… etc The simple things in life yet as we grow old tend to neglect because we are busy chasing the buck, seeking self gratification and forget to smell the proverbial rose.

Along the way (the email exchange) we came  to the discussion of mid life crisis; are 30-somethings being hit by an earlier mid-life crisis than it was the case some 10, 20 years ago! I don’t know, maybe yes, maybe not.  Are 30-somethings asking themselves the things they have not done or the opportunities that they have not seized thus filling themselves with regret, bitterness, arrogant pride and heartbreak. Yes we all have seen some really bitter 30-somethings rumbling about this, that, yada, this economy that,I-this, I-that, career nye nye nye! But why that bitterness and self persona? Why? As we go through these transitions we question ourselves, our achievements, reality sets in and you wish you had done some things better. It’s only natural but that bitterness and self absorption will kill your soul… 

Anyway what spurred me into writing this post was the final quote she shared…

“There was a time when people had the decency to wait until they were approaching 50 to have a mid-life crisis. Now it seems 30-somethings find themselves succumbing to existential navel-gazing.”

Don’t you succumb to that existential navel-gazing… Please don’t be self absorbed to the point of being narcissistic! 

It is such a high tide we are floating on… Such a high tide!

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This Flesh Needs A Leash

Originally posted on My Time:

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This flesh needs a leash

It keeps wanting

I want to tint away the sulking need to fit in

Giving so much credit to people

Living, believing, longing for affection

It needs a leash

The inner being wants to be

But the flesh keeps giving so much credit

Shit, tint this sulking need to fit in

I need to be me

Me, yes to stand on my own

Own my territory, love it, live it and be it

People will judge you, whether you tint, or put a leash on the flesh

So be you…

The need to fit in, be loved and affection poured should be leashed

Live, believe, love you, be you

This flesh needs a leash

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Reflections of a naive woman…an old reflection

Originally posted on nadiaharhash:

My thoughts are winding in my brain in many directions . unfaithfulness, cheating, screwing, whatever it could be called. It is happening everywhere and we are all part of it , and  yet cant understand or get to a point were we know what is going on and why .

As if it is an international code, everyone is doing it , with all life problems, cultural, ethnic, political everything differences , with all the wars and crisis, we are all unified in this matter .

If we are supposed to be born form a man’s rib, which is idealistically would make the holy merge of humanity, what is whatever is happening in between our lives .

In the past I could also agree that this is a man’s disfunctinality . I cannot say it couldn’t work with women , the fact that I was a devoted wife, and I…

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