January and February went their ways like a passing breeze.Stubborn March seems not to have any conversation,style and beauty..the whole story is February,you are so grounded…no show.It is just a peeping month that had no compassion on my poor nerves.In the earliest part of this month,i was really wired up to know why I had to be apprehended by mixed feelings.Struck by a stranger’s air in the social media where I had posted an open address to March “March,Let’s know what we are doing…You can’t be marching on my feelings anyhow..The Febrile February didn’t dare me so you had better swerve”. The poor Stranger merely advised me in her usual civil approach to blame time instead.I was very much confused.How would I blame time?The time was exactly 9:15pm.What the heck?I can’t control time.Her answer seems like a drop in an ocean to my emotions,i wasn’t even sure if it that has to be called an answer or an item delivery ….It was not what i had hoped for anyway but it roused a beautiful fire in me,that fire gingered me to ponder on why time has to be the culprit in a mind blowing affairs….Shushhhh…
I was of the mind that every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason,a mint that I perceived in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. As days dragged lazily on a haze of solititude,i began to drag like days with adjusted ideas.It was then I realised that I had been caught in between the battles of passion and vision,the kind that entered my lower spine and races me up and down to the point of no return.I remembered vividly that the arrows of feasting on Law textbooks and PDFs struck me from behind in the previous night..Was it the one that made the discrepancy between passion and vision disappeared from my memory out of the blue?So pathetic….I have never seen any individual countered her mind as much as i did.I began to weave in those Average Nigerian thoughts in my heart of hearts like crazy…Such awkward thoughts like I am studying Law built on the mentality that I would become Femi Falana,M ary gates,sparkle bill of tomorrow and earn fat amount of money…I don’t care if it is my passion…man must survive…don’t you think? Vision would find its way in good time…Wait o,I have to be interested in this heck of Law books if I must make a headway in life…No No,i don’t have to be interested now since it is a necessity…I am sure i would cope since it is something that would earn me a cool cash in the long run…..Bad thoughts…
The early twenties of March seems like a bag full of hope coupled with complaisant smiles that nearly exploded my heart…..It was that moment when you felt like you were sent on a self-exile by your fervour to the vascular community of sensuous conquest and a coincidental tap on your hands brought that realism out of you.The Ultimate accolade is so well fixed for the soul of a golden person,intellectual friend actually who had to open my eyes to that thin lacuna between passion and vision.I didn’t expect it anyway but It just came that way.Passion is that driving and enduring force that would lead one to the rich road of vision.Seriously that social media person that I have never even met in my life really did something spectacular,i was able to come to the realisation that I never had abnormal feelings,it was just time I had to know some things i believed I had known but wasn’t enough…Guess what?That awful period that i felt was a day dream actually made me into a mixture of self-awareness and self-assessment.Mehn…Seeing the stars in my eyes and your forehead,I had to doff my hat for the truth…Sometimes,some unpleasant feelings move men beyond themselves,beyond their shortcomings and all….You don’t have to let your passion withered out of necessity with your vision being broken into pieces…Necessity fades away because it has to…. Remember?
If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you and BECAUSE of you.”
— T. Alan Armstrong