WHAT NEXT
Unto us a child is born. Welcome, dear baby. Welcome to earth.
So what next?
Several years await you; several lessons to learn. Your legs must learn to walk; your tongue must learn to talk; your frail little hands must learn to write. After few months, you're able to walk and run around. You've mastered the alphabets and have learned the strange ways of arithmetics. Well done.
What next?
More learning. More schools. More failures and exploits. And now, after years of pensive yearning, days of sitting at home doing nothing, you're in the university. Welcome to the system. Your travail is unspeakable. Already, after just a year, you're talking about stress and frustration and countless sleepless nights. You're eager to graduate, and you desire to do well at all cost, to be among the best. In a blink, your dreams have turned real. Well done. But you're not satisfied.
Your mind no longer dwells on lectures and examinations, but on Youth Service. How desperately you long to appear in that ridiculous outfit! You wait patiently, and soon, all things work out exactly as planned. Ajuwaya! Welcome on board. But, in just months, this too will be history.
So what next?
Job! Job! Job! For months, you've been praying for this. You've probably fasted. You've sworn to "give Him no rest" until you're properly "established" like your imaginary mates. Your eyes are on the ideal job, the ideal partner, the ideal life. And soon, one after the other, all things begin to unfold according to your heart desire. A miracle indeed! Well done. But you're not yet happy. Something is missing.
What next, then?
Great kids. A Bigger house. More cars. Larger income. Gradually, all this have found their ways into your private shore. You're amazed. You've been blessed with kids and with great wealth to push them to lofty heights. You've grasped the fame you once pursued; you've made all the money and earned all the degrees. Congratulations!
So what next?
Don't tell me you're sick of seeking. Each day, new wrinkles find their way into your face; your hair gets whiter; your great strength is on the wane. But you're not without desires. You long to die in peace, to be surrounded by happy grandchildren. And so, death comes knocking. You've lived on earth for years, and now you're gone!
What next?
Account time. You find your self in the bosom of eternity, standing face to face before your creator. You're asked to give account of how you lived your life on earth. You're reminded of your purpose on earth: why you were born in the first place. You answer that you were not aware of that, that you didn't expect (or perhaps believe) any of this. With tears, you desire to return to earth to make up for lost time. But it's too late. Just then, the word of God echoes in your mind: "it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgement."
So what next?
Several years await you; several lessons to learn. Your legs must learn to walk; your tongue must learn to talk; your frail little hands must learn to write. After few months, you're able to walk and run around. You've mastered the alphabets and have learned the strange ways of arithmetics. Well done.
What next?
More learning. More schools. More failures and exploits. And now, after years of pensive yearning, days of sitting at home doing nothing, you're in the university. Welcome to the system. Your travail is unspeakable. Already, after just a year, you're talking about stress and frustration and countless sleepless nights. You're eager to graduate, and you desire to do well at all cost, to be among the best. In a blink, your dreams have turned real. Well done. But you're not satisfied.
Your mind no longer dwells on lectures and examinations, but on Youth Service. How desperately you long to appear in that ridiculous outfit! You wait patiently, and soon, all things work out exactly as planned. Ajuwaya! Welcome on board. But, in just months, this too will be history.
So what next?
Job! Job! Job! For months, you've been praying for this. You've probably fasted. You've sworn to "give Him no rest" until you're properly "established" like your imaginary mates. Your eyes are on the ideal job, the ideal partner, the ideal life. And soon, one after the other, all things begin to unfold according to your heart desire. A miracle indeed! Well done. But you're not yet happy. Something is missing.
What next, then?
Great kids. A Bigger house. More cars. Larger income. Gradually, all this have found their ways into your private shore. You're amazed. You've been blessed with kids and with great wealth to push them to lofty heights. You've grasped the fame you once pursued; you've made all the money and earned all the degrees. Congratulations!
So what next?
Don't tell me you're sick of seeking. Each day, new wrinkles find their way into your face; your hair gets whiter; your great strength is on the wane. But you're not without desires. You long to die in peace, to be surrounded by happy grandchildren. And so, death comes knocking. You've lived on earth for years, and now you're gone!
What next?
Account time. You find your self in the bosom of eternity, standing face to face before your creator. You're asked to give account of how you lived your life on earth. You're reminded of your purpose on earth: why you were born in the first place. You answer that you were not aware of that, that you didn't expect (or perhaps believe) any of this. With tears, you desire to return to earth to make up for lost time. But it's too late. Just then, the word of God echoes in your mind: "it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgement."
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