Making Ends Meet

We shall meet again in month end Should I say, I shall resurrect again by month end Even though two ends can’t meet, they never ended Living for survival, only resurface to pay the bill, The question I ask myself is, at birth, everyone is excited for the new born baby, Is that a way of welcoming another bill payer, Or another month end engineer to bend and melt ends so they meet like alloys? It doesn’t make any sense, it’s more like every new born is born unto debts, From there onwards you have to survive and make sure you pay the bill, for the rest of your life And then someone tells would say, it’s the way of life, life is not fair And then some confused old man stands up and boldly say ‘life begins at 40 years’ just because he found out the course of his life at that age We are not perfect, yes I hear you, but your life path doesn’t mean I should take the same path, remember, we are all human, but the 7.5 billion of us is 7.5 billion individuals. 7.5 billion Individuals mean 7.5 billion destinies none of them equal or even close to each other, because we don’t think the same. Wise men once said, we are like the stars, if you look at them at night, you might think they are centimeters away from each other, but in reality, they are billions of light years away from each other. Our destinies are like stars, they are too far from each other to even interfere with each other’s brightness. Do not let dead stars, black holes; swallow you up, because they are dead and failures. Just because they are of the older age, doesn’t mean they are the authors your story line. They sweet talk about how they dream big of you, beware the sentence doesn’t end sweet. Opportunities are created by those who seek them, risk takers, opportunities are not a gift from Santa Clause.