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Writing Is A Shock Absorber…

Writing is a shock absorber. It has the capacity to absorb all upheavals, shocks and pain. It takes you along and you go atop of it, as though you were riding a tiger. -Gulzar

Inspired Sunday #2

I can’t walk for a few minutes on heels without feeling the burning pressure all over my body, soul and spirit. In spite of this, I wear heels. I need to! The longer the heels, the better!

Come on, “all” ladies should look gorgeous when going to a certain event and high heel is synonymous to such outing. That’s one of the many ladies headaches, just like making up before leaving the house.

So I wear heels and I walk on them, certainly.

When I do, after some time, each step I take begins to feel like hell. It brings an excruciating, warping pain. I suck it all up and keep working. Working hard to keep walking in pain.

Think about a thousand steps bringing a thousand pain!!

This makes me to think about how foolish someone like me could be. Why should I keep on with an experience that brings me so much pain?

To look good? To satisfy somebody else’s sense of sight? Someone who probably doesn’t care?

Is this even enough reason?

If someone is sick and is going through some pain, they have a good reason – what option do they have than to bear such pain? Pain is part of their recovery process, so they endure this pain πŸ‘πŸ’―

It’s enough reason to bear the pain of childbirth – to bring life forth in pain is plausible. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ€

To take up punches from a hardened boxer or wrestler when you’re determined to take a champion’s belt home is sensible. πŸ€›πŸ€›πŸ€›

To walk barefoot on thorns and lie on thistle is not realistic.

To abandon the skin to mosquitoes so they could feed is, what?

There should be a good reason for enduring or bearing any pain or we give what is causing us pain no chance to inflict us. We keep fighting until we are totally free.

Do you have a good reason for enduring that pain? That mistreatment? Do you have a good reason for taking and enduring that brutal punch? Is the struggle worth the outcome?

People die because they were set to tolerate toxicity and endure brutality.

Am I ruling out endurance? No. I only support enduring for a good cause.

I will wear my heels but I will always, always carry my comfy shoes along.πŸ‘Ÿ πŸ‘Ÿ.

Have a blessed SundayπŸ˜πŸ’–

Sacrifice Is Pain

What does sacrifice mean to you?

Sacrifice means pain – feeling of pain while doing something for the good of others. No matter how shallow the pain is, it shows something is going out of you.

For sacrifice to happen love must be in the picture and pain must follow.

As they smile and receive your sacrificial help, you find out that deep inside you, you feel like a moron because you have lost something valuable, something you couldn’t have given out for all the gold in the world – That’s sacrifice.

It should pain for you to give out the ONLY food you have to eat to someone who didn’t have any food to eat.

It should pain to give out your most expensive lovely new clothes to someone who needs it more than you

It should be painful to accept to be punished in place of someone else.

But what is the highest point of sacrifice?

Dying In Place Of Another

Who can do this?

You might have heard about the story once told of a child who was once sick and all he needed to survive was a blood transfusion.

Both of his parents were not his match and the only option left was his brother.

The parents talked to their son about the need for his blood for his brother to live and that made him cry. They were not sure why he cried because he was never scared of the needle piercing his skin for an injection.

The parents tried to explain to him that drawing blood from him won’t hurt – it’s just like taking an injection. Once the needle is in, that’s it.

At a point he made a decision and accepted to do it. They were happy with him and praised him. His last word before the syringe entered his body was,

“I’m doing this so that my brother could live. I’m doing it for my brother.”

But in the process of drawing the blood, he began to cry again. His mother asked him if he was feeling pains and he said no.

The tears kept flowing.

When the drawing was almost done,he called his mother and asked a touching question, “Mummy, how long will it take for me to die?”

What?

Everyone was amazed. So all the while the little boy had the thought that he was going to die after donating his blood to his brother?

To him, once someone donates blood to someone else, the donor dies while the acceptor lives – that’s his level of understanding at that age.

For those who hear this story, it becomes a food for deep thought.

This little boy accepted to do what no one could have done. He did not just accept to die for another to live, he practically died. That was the highest point of sacrifice.

What do you feel when you sacrifice for others?

Pained

Deprived

Exhausted

Sapped

Impoverished

Helpless

Foolish

Well, it’s normal. You sacrifice, you feel the pain.

I’ve once felt like a big fool after giving someone who had only one shoe four of my new shoes as if I was *jazzed” and to be honest, I didnt have many shoes at the time. I had only six good shoes.

Now, what could make someone in her correct senses do that?

The driving force for sacrifice must be something beyond human – something deep, divine, pure and powerful.

Do you remember someone who has paid a price for you?

Have you ever sacrificed something in life for someone to feel good?

Do you have any plans to sacrifice something in life?

The more you sacrifice, the more content you feel and the happier and simpler you life becomes.

Β© Florence Ezekafor