The one who created the world is the only one who can fix it

Time and again I listen to people who claim they can fix the world and then suddenly their “world-fixing-projects” leave the world worse than it was. For instance, many so called climate activists drive gasoline cars to and from climate conferences. Most anti-corruption activists turn out being corrupt themselves. Most seemingly empathic people are actually not empathic at all. Most religious people are immoral. Most politicians are parochial in interest. When I observe the world I see:

More communication but less truth,

More religions but less morality,

More money but no purpose,

More information but less enlightenment,

More wealth but less contentment,

More scientific advancement but more diseases.

More natural resources but less happiness,

Ever learning but never coming to the knowledge of truth etc.

My conclusion is that the entity that created the world is the only one that can fix it. Humans are limited in consciousness, we lack the complete wisdom to solve the problems of this world. The more we try the more complex we made the problems. 

Happiness Costs Nothing

Many people think if only 

They can get all the things

They desire in life then 

They will be happy.

Here is the reality check:

You will not get all that you 

Desire in life so you better 

Decide what’s most important 

To you. 

If it’s happiness you want,

Then it costs nothing to be happy

– Meet with friends, get a doughnut,

Have a drink, watch a movie,

Share something useful. 

That’s it!

The simple things count a lot.

The Joyful Life

The joy of life is in the process of living not in the outcome. Therefore don’t say let us wait to enjoy tomorrow; tomorrow comes with its own challenges. There is nothing greater than to eat well and drink good wine and be merry, for this my brothers and sisters, is the joyful life.

On the death of all sorrowful sciences:

Just as secular philosophy was buried amidst wailing and crying so shall the sorrowful sciences be buried amidst wailing and crying. Darwinian evolution, natural selection and its offshoots are the sorrowful sciences.

Behold, I give you a new and everlasting covenant – philosophy of joyful living.

Sometimes I Dream of Her

Sometimes I dream of her.

I dream that we are talking at home,

At an event or discussing an issue like couples do.

It has happened more than a couple of times.

Last night, I dreamed that we arrived home from town 

And she received a bad news – 

Someone she knew had died.

She began to cry but I comforted her. Told her not to worry.

I wiped her tears.

When we first met we were like 

Aliens who knew eachother on

Another planet before meeting on planet earth.

But that was three years ago.

She chose material wealth over peace and happiness.

So why am I still dreaming of her?

What is my soul trying to tell me?

What’s Your Story?

I sat across a table from her.

A table with a glossy black surface.

We sat facing eachother and

There was a bottle of sparkling wine.

“Do you take alcohol?” She asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Do you smoke?” Definitely not. 

I replied again.

“You are handsome, intelligent and 

charming,” she said. 

So why are you single?

I was confused.

(is it a date or a counselling session?)

But I think it was a compliment.

“So what’s your story?” Tell me.

“It’s a very long story.” I replied.

“Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“It will take years.” I replied again.

“I still want to hear,” she insisted.

At this point there were many 

Voices in my head:

It’s a story of tragedy, pain, despair 

But also triumph, joy and hope.

It was bad but also good.

Where do I begin? Which part of the

Story do I tell and which part do 

I omit? I like her.

I don’t want to lose her.

So I poured a drink in both glasses

Raised my glass and said 

“Let’s drink, let’s get wasted.” 

She is a mind reader.

After a sip, she said “you don’t have

To worry. I know your story.

It’s not that bad.”

Homeward

Our worst fear is not that

We might be disappointed.

But that our souls might find

A home in other souls.

Immortal Love

You and I, our love is immortal.

You have no idea how much

I want to look into those dark

Iris of yours and kiss you

Gently on the lips.

When two real “selves” are in love

They become immortal and 

Everything else is secondary.

Yes you and I,

Our love is immortal.

I nearly died of CO poisoning

This year has been difficult for me. This is because I left my job at the university, suffered carbon monoxide (CO) poisoning and lost all my investments. I don’t normally talk about challenges in my life. But for the first time in eight years I have decided to blog about my misfortune which occured in June this year and is still affecting me.

When I left my job I started a school where I offered ICT programmes for the youth. I put all my investment into the school. My office was in the heart of Accra and little did I know there was a gas station with a silent generator plant right behind my office window. I was unknowingly breathing in CO about eight hours a day. Then I started experiencing headaches, shortness of breath, severe weakness and was rushed to the hospital on the sixth day. I received oxygen treatments. 

I have closed down the school and haven’t worked since and have moved to the outskirts. Luckily lessons had not actually started so no student suffered the effect of CO. My investment in the office rental, equipments, advertisements etc. is all gone. But I’m glad I have my life back.

CO poisoning makes you feel like your heart is about to fall out of your chest especially when you crouch. CO is a colorless, odorless, tasteless gas which makes it very difficult to detect by the senses. I didn’t suffer any permanent tissue damages otherwise it would have been very bad for me. One of my American friends says in the U.S. the gas station will be made to pay my medical bills and compensate me for all my losses but that rarely happens in Ghana. 

Since I left the hospital and came home, I have not been able to recuperate my losses. As the year gradually comes to an end I have become very depressed. 

Wavering Dispositions

There are two conflicting reasons, presumably, why dispositions waver:

Fear: The fear that you might not get what you want and the fear that you might get what you want.

Tears: Tears of sorrow and tears of joy or pain on one side and joy on another.

Anger: Anger at the world and anger at yourself.

Love: Real love, unreal love and unrequited love.

Progress: Progress of the true self (hidden among other selves) and competition from the other selves.

Peace: Inner peace against outer conflict or vice versa.

In this way the soul becomes a bungee, pulled in opposite directions, thus making the individual temporarily confused, spiritually wearied, not knowing which way to go. But all this is normal and temporary. This only happens to one whose consciousness is self-healing and reconstructive.

The key to healing is to keep company with people who love you, who truly care about you and who help bring out the best in you.