Delight Chilegide Olumati

Where does the peace that visits us when we fall asleep call their home? Because they are like visitors that are only here for a time frame. Where does the happiness that fills our mind go when we feel sad? Does our joy now know some bound or is it stuck on knowing no bound? Why does our heartache when it doesn’t work out? Why do bad experiences stay with us longer?

Does our memory fear the existence of letting go or does it just feel better to hold onto what doesn’t make us happier? Why are we the humans that we are? Why do we take one step after another, why can’t our legs go together? Does it translate to “turn by turn” or just the fear of it working out together or not?

What does our body fear the most? Are we only here with the people that are because we are too scared to change our circle or are they the right shape we need to help us be our best selves?

When we are alone with our dreams, do we pray quickly for the day to come because we are too scared of the dark, or do we badly want to be that self we see when we close our eyes?

Who are we when the door is locked? What do we turn into when our fears grow? Are we likely to become afraid or do we attempt to let go? When our heart falls in love with the love that loves us back, do we let the scars from our past force us to run? Do we face our present like we do the gentle presents we receive or do we unwrap it recklessly?

If we let all the places our thoughts visit daily come together what type of home will they build? Will the space be strong enough to be called a home or will it just be a space you dare not walk into? What type of thoughts do you let your mind visit?

When the wind comes, does it expose our pride or does it showcase our hurt? Do we find a place to cover our shame all the time or do we get to the point where we own everything we are?

This shame we so fear who brought it upon us? Was it our hands or our past? Does it have anything to do with our fate or is it just a mask that reminds us that we are human and having something to be ashamed of just makes us part of the race?

Who are we when our lives lack purpose? What makes us wake up in the morning to seek? What do we wish to find? If all we ask is given, will the world be enough for all of us?

May the mind that ponders find what makes it find rest. And may the heart that always wonders feel at ease because these questions are what makes us who we are…humans.