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Some see the end, others see a door, some see stars others become it



We all breathe the same air

Watch the same stars

Walk under the same sun

And get wet from the same rain

Yet, our interpretation of things are not the same

Our level of understanding is always different

It doesn't matter whether we are the same gender

Or have same parents

Even bear the same name.

Our level of understanding can never be the same

We each understand things differently

I was in church the other day

Same pastor

Same word being shared

Same roll but different seat of course

We all sat and listened

But a text distracted me for just a second and I missed the scripture that was spoken out loud

I turned first to my neighbor on my left, she had penned down 1 John chapter 2.

So, to be sure, I turned to my right hand and the gentleman had written 1 John chapter 4.

I was confused

But I went with the lady nevertheless.

After all, we know women to be more spiritual than than men in this part of the world.

So I was sure hers was correct

So I jotted down 1 John, 2

Then the scripture was repeated

It was 1 John, 4

I had judged wrongly

Also, two people, one word, yet each had heard differently

This is how life is.

Sometimes a single mistake can cost you a debt you end up paying for the rest of your life

One word from the wrong friend regarding an information you both heard, and you are set on a course you won't come back from.

One bad advise from a parent because you are obsessed with blessing, and you are finished.

One unsolicited opinion from a partner because you need validation, and you are quitting your business to start a job without a future.

No matter how common the situation is, our processing is always different.

Two men went to study in India.

Same school

Same hostel

Same balcony

One saw people without shoes, poverty.

The other saw people without shoes, opportunity.

One saw lack.

The other, a large market.

The one that saw poverty, read hard and worked harder to get the best result and escape poverty.

The other dropped out of school, worked tirelessly and opened a shoe factory.

Today, the drop out employed the graduate.

Life is what ever you make of it.

How right is your vision

How scalable are your dreams

What are you seeing?

You cannot dream what you cannot see.

To dream it, you must first see it.

What you are seeing

Depends on what you are looking at.

If you can't see far...

Stand up!

To have a great vision

Stand tall

To see far, you must stand tall

But In the end, it depends on how you see what you see.

Ask yourself, how do you see?

Then check what are you looking at

Some people say the sky is the limit.

Others say it is the beginning.

Some see an end

Others see a door.

We all see the same sky

Yet, some see stars

Others become stars.




Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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