The Other Side: What Really is Our Purpose In Life

What really counts in this Life?
Seeing as this life we're in isn't forever, what exactly are we supposed to be doing during our sojourn here. Everyday we live we are dying progressively.

Just the other day i was thinking to myself, why is it that people don't seem to recognize the one thing they are brought forth into this life to do.

Identifying this one thing really is what we use our whole lifetime to do. However, a select few of us here on earth eventually stumble upon something which he or she can do in way that i close to perfection. They go on in this direction and they get public acclaim for their efforts in that field. The labour put into sch activity usually is unparalleled by any other thing in the person's life. After "a life well spent" we eulogise these people.

But do we for a moment imagine that the person has indeed wasted his or her effort in doing the wrong thing. Do we ever imagine the person before his/her creator and they are really castigated for wasting their earthly existence on something other than that which they were to do. What if Micheal Jackson was, in the creators eye, meant for greatness in nuclear science, or Albert Einstein was meant for greatness in music. Or What if William Shakespeare was meant to be a Legendary Warrior and Achilles was meant to be a Poet/playwright
At least it has been proven time and again that if you put all your effort into learning something or doing something, your chances of success at it are high. So why then do always say we are trying to identify our purpose.

The true measure of our fulfillment therefore is the feeling of satisfaction we get from whatsoever activity we engage in.
This attainment of satisfaction in my own opinion is the one thing that will allow us hold our head high and say we have found our purpose. It is the one thing that will, when we meet our creator, give us boldness and say i have fulfilled my life's mission

FLO

For all i knew Flo was the most dangerous person i had ever come in contact with. Aside from the fact that he came in grew up with a brother in the game, he also was some sort of natural. To deal with him meant we had to bring to fort all our experience.

Flo already had an army of his own. He had never for once made us doubt his capabilities. We all did nopt have a problem with treating Flo's fuck up, Ice was the one we worried about. Being Flo's elder brother, Ice had a tough time readying his mind. We had to teach Flo a lesson and fast too.

On the D-Day we got to Flo's lair all prepped up and ready for whatever, this was going to to be ultimate showdown between two brothers, Ice and Flo. What we met was much more than we could handle. The sheer number of Flo's army was intimidating, their demeanor cold take the heart out of us, the legendary mercenaries. As far as we knew we were already defeated, but accepting defeat before fighting was not our way. We had to fight even if it meant losing our lives it was worth it for our honour's sake. 

"Leave the goons for us, Go handle your brother" I said, Ice acknowledged my statement with a nod. With that he fought his way quickly towards Flo upstairs while we took care of things downstairs. It was the fight that saw us fight as though tomorrow did not exist. Blood, teeth all over the floor. The smell of death loomed large in the air. I never thought i would ever fear death; this day i did. Screams of pain emanating from all directions. A saying in the hood said f you wanted to know a man for who he truly is see him when he is at the brink of death. I saw men and boys that very day. Within an hour we saw Flo in the distance carrying his brother in his hands all bloodied up. We stood there rooted to the spot everyone also stopped fighting because we knew that those whom the fight really concerned had finally ended it. We, the legends of the hood those whom the totem of strength had bourne for years had finally fallen. Fallen never to rise again. We took Ice to the hospital. His recovery was slow, but like the rest of us he never recovered from the defeat.

We all left the game together, defeated but consoled in the thought that we bowed out with a good fight, one that would always be remembered in the history of the hood for life. I went on to the University, so did Bode, Bayo and Lanre before he met his death at the hands of some cultists. Ice however, had o other life outside the game, so he stuck to it. His got a daughter and a god house though.

Seems like life is just as it is, you win some you lose some. I have learnt to take anything that life throws my way. No matter the situation my cell experience will always see me through. i have had to deal with difficult situations. As the saying goes there is nothing new under the sun. as long as i am under that sun I am alright.