When Life knocks you down, don’t just fall, Bounce!
You see, everyone makes mistakes and some mistakes can be really consequential.
Sometimes, we find ourselves in situations where we just can’t figure out how to move on in life.
Maybe a loved one died… or you lost a huge some of money in an investment… or you failed in business… or you failed a very important examination in school… or a relationship didn’t work out. And it’s kinda like being knocked down REAL HARD.
Get over it.
They say you can’t put a broken egg back together… it’s true (what has happened has happened). But it’s also true that you can make omelette with it (Fry it baby 😉 and enjoy the meal). It’s the lessons you take out of the experience that matters more.
It doesn’t matter how FAR DOWN you fall, what matters most is how HIGH UP you BOUNCE.
But what does it really take to Bounce back? I’ll talk about just two.
FLEXIBILITY. Don’t be rigid my friend. Rigid stuffs crack or break when they receive a hit. It takes flexibility to bounce. Be flexible in your approaches to life issues (while being focused on your objectives) and learn to explore alternative methods as long as they don’t violate your values. Be flexible.
BE PUMPED UP! Yeah, you really can’t bounce if you are deflated, even if you’re flexible. You have to be filled up inside. – pumped up!
This is really the essence of motivation (to pump you up) but like we all know, motivation doesn’t really last. So you need it regularly and often.
Be pumped in HOPE – Hope in a better tomorrow.
Be pumped up in FAITH – Faith in God who can never fail.
Be pumped up in WISDOM – Wisdom for directions and guidance.
… and stay ‘bounceable’.
I’m Peter Akhere
Your creative inspirational friend.
And I heard “Sometimes, we make the wrong choices to get to the right place”.
Think about it, God really is not counting on us His Children to do all things right every time. He has a way of turning our broken pieces into a Master piece.
So just like ME, in case you’re wondering how your life is going to manifest the big dreams you’ve always had, I have this message for US.
● God is the author of Time, so don’t worry about your past.
● He is Alpha and Omega, so even the Future is in his hands.
● The Successes of others are not evidences of your Failure, so no need for comparisons.
● Begin now to Focus on WHO you truly are and What you ALREADY have (not who you’re not or what you don’t have.)
● With God, it’s never too late to fulfill Destiny. You just have to TRUST and WALK with Him. Moses (at 80) had a fresh start and made a trans-generational mark on humanity. (Remember Abraham also)
Yes, sometimes we make the wrong choices to get to the right place, not because the wrong choices were supposed to take us there, but because God can use both the good and the bad (right and wrong) and make it all work out for our good. It’s all part of His Grace.
So do not despair, because…
We Are Stars.
Mother opened the door of my room slowly and walked in gently with her hands folded loosely on her breasts. Her eyes were reddened and she was sniffing. I knew she had been crying all day and into the night. As she came closer to my bed, I closed my eyes and listened to my breath. – they were heavy and short paced.
“Please God, heal my baby boy…”
I could hear mother say as she knelt beside my bed.
It was on new year’s eve and mother was home alone with me. Father had abandoned mother when he got tired of taking care of a sickle celled son three years after I was born. Mother said he ran off to marry another woman in another city. And in my twelve years of human existence, I had only seen my father in a picture frame. He had looked happy in that suit he was wearing as he held mother close in that white wedding gown. In my twelve years of human existence, I had only seen mother smile so brightly in that picture frame.
Mother continued to cry, begging God to heal me as she held my shivering hand. I wanted to tell her to stop crying, that everything will be OK, but I barely had enough strength to keep my eye lids open, let alone formulate words with my tongue. I managed to open my eyes and I saw the digital clock hanging up on the wall – 11:58. And it was two minutes to the new year. I closed my eyes again.
As mother continued to pray through her crying voice, I heard the cheering sound of screaming people around the neighbourhood. Happy New year!!! They screamed and shouted, as I tried again to open my eyes… LIGHT, WHITE LIGHT… and I saw a man in an immaculate white robe with a most reassuring smile. He beckoned on me and I moved towards him, for I was standing now. As I turned back to see what was behind me, I saw mother still crying and begging God to heal her baby boy and there he was, lying lifeless on the bed.
(C) Peter Akhere
One morning I rose up to see the sun.
The dews were fading and soon to be gone.
The day was young for it had just been born.
I stood on the hill to watch life unfold,
With an ear for stories that might be told,
Of or by people going up and down the road.
I saw gold reduce in worth as to clay.
Silver losing value to that of hay
What was once priceless in that good old day.
Fame, I saw men preferred to Dignity.
And wealth, a lot more to Integrity.
But cared not for the priceless Purity.
I heard of one craving for a good end.
But to the right path, he just would not tend.
So even for self, he just could not fend.
To see virtues, I looked from North to South.
I saw people living, but morals without.
They said they’re trash and they feed not the mouth.
The truth which only few could understand,
Was that it’s with these virtues in our hand,
Only can we hope for a better Land.
My consolation came from gems so rare.
By whose conduct my joy really did stir.
For they lived there lives so just and so fair.
Of these were told tales of sincerity.
By their acts came about serenity.
On these I hope for my Society.
(c) Peter Akhere