We live in a weird world.

 As I navigate the complexities of life, I've come to realize that everyone is on their own unique journey. The notion of a collective "you and me" or "them and us" is nothing more than an illusion. Even the heroes we admire and aspire to emulate are flawed, just like us. They mislead, break hearts, and disappoint.

As we age, we gain a deeper understanding of the world and its intricacies. We discover that those we consider "our people" often aren't as loyal as we thought. Conversely, those we underestimate or overlook, become our family. Some friends are more than family; they're the ones who stand by us through thick and thin.

I recall a saying: "Even twins don't have the same thumbprint." This phrase was confusing when I was young, but now I grasp its significance. We often cling to those who devalue us while neglecting those who appreciate our worth.

I've been lost in thought, grappling with the notion that one person's wealth and material possessions can coexist with the struggles of their own family. It's a jarring contradiction that forces me to reexamine the value I place on wealth and possessions. Does true prosperity rest in accumulating riches, or is it found in the well-being and happiness of those we hold dear? What's the purpose of value if we ourselves can't value others?

The same applies to our sense of identity and community. How will black lives matter when we ourselves can't respect our own lives? We hate what we own and despise where we were born. We hate what makes us black, yet we hurry to demand for our voices to be heard.

The late Mowzey Radio once said, "Wars are for old people to talk about and for young people to die." It's ironic that those who initiate wars rarely face the consequences, while young lives are lost on the battlefield. The world leaders sit around the negotiating table, discussing the fate of nations, while the youth are left to fight and die for nothing, with no idea how it started or how it will end.

Nowadays, I sit back and observe life with a sense of detachment. If someone ignores my greeting, or reject my call or blueticks my message but doesn't bother to reply, I let it go. After all, I've witnessed far more disturbing things than that. Family members turning against each other, people treating their own siblings like animals.

If one looks at the earth from the moon, one might think it's a utopia, filled with milk and honey. But the reality is far from it. We're all just trying to navigate its twists and turns, searching for meaning and connection.

As I reflect on life, I'm reminded that nothing is as it seems. The world is full of contradictions. We're all just trying to make sense of it all, to find our place in the grand scheme. And so, I'll continue to observe, to learn, and to grow, taking life as it comes, one day at a time.