An excerpt from a personal project:
Josiah was on the edge about something. He put the canvas on the stand and took out the paint brush from the box. He stood up. He walked a few inches away from where the canvas was standing. For the next one minute, his eyes were staring at his unfinished piece. But his mind was on a rampant rage. The kind of fiery rage that could not be quenched with any calming liquids.
He paced up and down the room and finally went to stand by his open window. His apartment was hidden in one of the most beautiful districts in Paris. Right here, from his window, he could see what he personally called a "triumphant reminder." The Arc de Triomphe stood tall, a structure twice the size of the famous Roman Arch of Constantine. The first day he set his eyes on it, he was afraid. Slowly, he came to realize that his rigid fright was not because the sight of the arc was daunting, but because its name was haunting: Arc de Triomphe meant Arc of victory. The names of unsung French heroes, soldiers who died at war, as well as 558 generals, were inscribed on the body of the structure.
Somehow, each time he looked at the arc, he was not reminded of the soldiers. Rather, he was reminded of himself. He already felt like a dead man, but he was just walking in a living body. A physically incapacitated man living in a fit muscular body. But yet, each time as he looked on at the structure, he knew that it stood there to constantly remind him that he had victory over death. It was reminding him that he could become anything he wanted if he could just put his mind to it. It was reminding him that he had a mission here on earth, to paint and set the emotions of the world ablaze. Yet, he could not bear the feeling of being alive. He was a self-killer.
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Some people have blamed their sad fates on witches and wizards, like that story of those witch children which was all over the blogosphere a while back. Some have blamed their fates on their forefathers, saying that their lives are cursed. Some have no way to trace their fate, but yet they just kill themselves for free. They are self killers!
But do you know that not every bad fate is as a result of someone cursing you? Or do you not know that a curse without a cause cannot alight (Proverbs 26:2)? Do you know that if God has not spoken a curse over your life no curse can stand against you? Did you know that if God is for you, no one else can be against you (Romans 8:28-31)?
Most times, we are the ones who kill our own dreams and visions. Most times, we are the ones who are our own killers. We have a dream, but we are not bold enough to accomplish it. For you who is reading, please stop waiting for someone to undo the curse or to bless you...you need to push yourself now. Yes, you can do it. Let whoever lied to you be a liar and God be true. Don't be a killer, be a life-giver. Give yourself life and open your own hand to receive your blessings from God. Do not hold yourself a prisoner when no one has put you in chains. Be released to live your dreams today. May God order your steps in the right direction of your destiny, in Jesus Name. Amen :)
"Alas, this man will never do anything, because he is already thinking of the end before he has even begun"- Pope Leo X.
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