How can I live? I know I must die. Before I even had the senses to know of my unavoidable end, the clock was already against me. I was both lucky and doomed. I was lucky to step into the wonders of the mysterious next. And doomed because I was about to learn of the terrors that accompany the blindness and cruelty of life. I was about to be alive.
Life was given to me with all its burdens and spoils. I became and lived amongst my kind. At times is a pleasure and other times a hell. The rewards of being alive relish playing games with my insatiable being. It gives me this and takes away that. It keeps me needing and wanting and I keep on chasing. I guess this is what many describe as living.
This is life and I will take my fair share of weal and woe. I have been alive, yes, but I do not think that I have been eating to my fill. I know the concept sounds a little bit cliche, but at least I am being honest about it. Maybe I have lived a little then. Like the time when I fell in love with this gorgeous and darling lady called Nabuo, or the time when my dad took our family on a cruise to an island somewhere in Nyanza province, Kenya. Nonetheless, the memories of me living come thin like a piece of paper. The story still lacks pieces that could add luster to my existence.
I do not wish for much but just about enough of what life gives. I am a creature who desires and dreams, thus it makes me whole to react to my impulses. So, before this vessel turns cold, I have this void to answer to. It would mean heavens in a number of ways for a sinner like me if I could get to actually live. That is why I intend to seek these paths before my contribution on these lands ebbs away. I deserve to live!

© Ommie