Friday, March 1, 2019

In Every Cloud there is a Silver Lining

There I was sagging tirelessly for hours on end, almost creating a miniature pond on the ground. My months of preparations had gone to waste. any my plans and finalitys I had hoped to under latch on ruined. I had planned out my great sail to the head chief for months. Each and every flavor I was to take was already decided. But according to my tradition I had to get entirelyowance from my mother before leaving. Then it all happened without even listening to all I had to say I heard NO. A record I feel no man can define and a word that should never exist in anyones dictionary.There I was foolishly weeping when my motive was to show how much better our feels would be without these traditions yet pursual them my self. I was to do what I believe was my destiny. I was to do what I believed god created me to do. 1000s of 1000s of years of tradition had been followed in my community. Tradition that I believed was pointless, insensitive, insignificant and inappropriate to follow. Without anyones consent again I set out to dash and change these traditions for our betterment. I packed my bags and headed straight for Chief Souza, the man who is believed to be our god.The man with endless power at his fingertips, what he said happened and he was the only man who could fulfill my destiny. Getting to his home was the least of my worries. I simply had to walk for a short 2 1/2 hours down the sandy graveled road leading straight to his settlement and his home. I set off without any delays and a short while later on I found my self and the grand gate and luxurious village of Chief Souza. My body pushing itself towards the door and with one final complex gulp of air and pushed open the doors.Then I realize I had already achieved a lot and am much closer to achieving my destiny. Without expend any time in greetings and worthless talk on my wellness and family with the Chief I got straight down to the point. I shared a piece of my mind with the Chief not leaving a ny specific or feeling behind. I never feared his immense power and right off in front of him certainly I would not. Step by step telling Chief Souza exactly what my motive is and the reason behind my decision to fight against my tradition.Finally completing my argument against our tradition I looked centerfield to eye with the Chief. He stared at me as if I had gone half-baked and just then I realized what a mess I had got myself into. I realized what a dim-witted person I was to step on it into the most superior mans house in the entire community and ar relief him close to how shallow our tradition is. But then again I believed it was my destiny and this is the backbone in my action. This is why I detaind. Then something afflicted me, something hard and heavy and within seconds I dropped to the ground give care a stick.Upon awakening I found a rope around my make do and a sack over my head. Despite not being adequate to(p) to see anything I knew the Chief had found my words as an diss to his community and ordered for me to be hung. It hurt really badly as I never even had the chance to question my community on what they found wrong with my words. What was wrong if I had my own opinion about the community and our tradition? It was too late I felt the circuit board beneath my feet, currently keeping me up, being pulled till I had vigor to balance on.My life had come to an end but my soul would not rest until I accomplished my goal. My mother cried and cried endless for days, wondering Where had I gone wrong in education my son? Why, why, why did he not listen to me? Everyday each member of the community considers What did he say wrong? He shared his feelings something no one has the endurance to do. Each member of the community started looking at life from a different perspective a perspective in which they can live their lives how they wanted to and not by what their tradition, our tradition, my tradition said.My community members finally r ealized what I was trying to project. Within a couple of days, I gained my biggest triumph our tradition was altered and every member of our community was free to live life their way Then it became clear to me, if I had not sacrificed my life for the betterment of my community the changes done to our tradition now would never make happened. So even in a dark cloud like the death of a community member came, there really is a silver lining in it. Now my soul will rest in peace

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