Stopping refers to a sharp retardation of motion that renders a moving body motionless. A stopped body has a speed of zero so that it remains stagnant unless a force is applied to it. It is relatively easy to stop a light body moving with slow speed compared to a heavy one at high speed. A man with a small vision coupled with little zeal and enthusiasm to move forward can easily be retarded and eventually stopped as compared to him with a bigger dream and vision. The one with a bigger vision is like a heavy body moving at high speed. He is like a train of hope that cannot be derailed by anything that blocks its way. The onus is upon each and every one of us to make a difference in life. We can be small today but with a big vision we have the capacity to affect a big world.
Are you that one person who has to make a difference? Are you that person who needs a revamp in a limbo of incessant boredom and terrific loss of self actualization? Are you that person who needs to knock on a door that seems unlikely to be opened? Are you that soul that has chosen to remain silent in an unpleasant situation where the only reasonable toner is a forlorn hope that tomorrow will be a better day; a situation where the clock of darkness seems to conceal a somewhat unusual routine of self retardation; a retardation that seems to slow down all the possible sources of happiness? Are you that one person who is in a bizarre night that seems to have no morning, a thickness of unsolicited blackness that beams of light cannot penetrate? In this unending amount of black you yearn but it will not let anyone hear your call for help. You cry but unfortunately this evil spell of darkness will let nobody realize your urgent need for attention. You are all alone, no one seems to care. That will not stop you from making progress.
No matter how dark the night may be, the visible stars on the blanket of twilight will always make it gorgeous. Amazing graces of true joy will always give an aura of happiness that is worth striving for. Your heart will not be torn apart as true virtues of character will call for it to gracefully survive. It will survive in a mental jungle where you lobby the mind to give you answers but instead you get rhetoric questions that leave you in utter discomfort. This state of mental invasion instead makes you realize that you have to deliver some goods yet you do not have the means to do so. Suddenly you are plunged into this dark mirror that seems to show you the world of impossibilities. Your inner man begins to linger in a sea of possible solutions only to get a pamphlet of toxins that threaten to shut you down into a dooms day legend. You reach a destination where you unfortunately begin to re live episodes of your fierce fears that you thought were long gone. You are in this tabernacle of complex thoughts where no priest can reach out for you. An involuntary shiver cracks down your spine as these prodigal thoughts take control of you.
You begin to wonder if you will find a good thing, or better still if you are that good thing to be found. You begin to wonder if you will find peace or, or better still if you are that peace to be found. How can this be true? All your expectations seem to be nothing but wishes that will never come to be. Ironically even if these wishes were horses you would not want to be that beggar to ride them. In this mental expedition you reach the crossroads where every avenue of possibility seems to be exhausted. You have come to this place where you are scared, confused and bewildered, not by the orientation of it all but by hundreds of flames that want to burn you alive. Amazingly everything seems to be hollow in your world. With eyes closed you sink deep into a caress of thoughts which mercilessly cast you into emotional breakdown instead of unleashing a spate of ease and gentleness in you.
You whisper what is supposed to be a prayer but its words can hardly be heard by anyone, you are now soaked in a salty river that trickles from your eyes which seem to be boiling into red balls. You are now overtaken by a string of desires, desires of liberty that can only be felt by that person who wants to be free. In this haze of daunting pessimism you sink deeper into the limitless spiral of optimism in search of a place of mental rest. You are in search of a comfort zone that seems not to exist. All there is to this fiasco is a paradox of events that incapacitate you to a timid individual. Your self confidence suddenly escapes from you like air from a punctured balloon leaving you in a dilapidated state of affairs. The best thing you can probably do at this juncture is cry but unfortunately your tears are of no use to anyone. Not even the thirstiest of them all is prepared to partake of this waterfall that seems to have developed on your face. No amount of mascara or face powder can hide this impromptu cascade of tears that undoubtedly exposes the malfunction of all your systems. Lost in the corridors of uncertainty you begin to retire to a state of stagnation, you are no longer sure of what to do anymore.
The only thing that you can hope for is another chance, another moment to bask in the victory of a life worth living. In this trance of mental interrogation you are visibly motionless in physical form but highly active in the circles of the mind. Many questions unbelievably pop up in random fashion .At what cost is all this going to come to an end? What mechanism is going to stop this prison of incessant torture, where you find yourself fasting not because of an accolade of prayers but because you simply cannot eat? Your stomach has suddenly become full of these alien pies whose ingredients have caused you this loss of appetite. What kind of physician is going to remove these thorns that have caused so much pain in you? You are baffled by the thousand miles ahead of you yet you cannot even make a single step. You are bewildered by this knowledge that seems to know nothing but confusion that has never been conferred even to a fool. Devious thoughts seem to seduce you to this brothel of naked truth that molests you into malice and dissatisfaction. You never stole anything from anyone yet you languish in this prison of merciless anguish. Is this how you should be, a tear manufacturing machine which unfortunately produces gallons of a product that nobody wants. Are you supposed to be this powerless individual whose fate is in the hands of other people? Are you supposed to be the tail which in spite of being the most energetic is always at the back? Are you supposed to be this good man who is always down when other good men cannot be kept down for long? Are you supposed to be this person who is always running but going nowhere slowly?
Clearly this cannot be the case, take heart and take the bull by its horns. You cannot resign to stagnation so that you stop performing to the best of your abilities. You are unstoppable; nothing and nobody can stop you from being that person you have wanted. It is the strong will in you that will make a way where there seems to be no way. It will save your eyes when they tentatively gaze into the darkness in search of that special pinnacle that never was. The will shall save your soul from drifting aimlessly like a lost sheep in the land of cunning carnivores and predators. In such a state your ears listen in earnest hoping for a break in this eerie silence but alas not even an echo can sip through this spate of wicked quietness. The familiar sounds of comfort and consolation seem to have conformed to the bitter ways of this strange vacuum that seems to constrict every whisper of joy. You yearn for warmth and happiness yet you find yourself burning in what was supposed to be a moderate fire that would drive away the dew from a cold morning breeze.
You might burn but you will not run away, once you were a child and you ran away after touching a pinch of hot charcoal but today history will not repeat itself. Yes back then you were a child and you undoubtedly thought like a child. When you got burnt you dreaded the fire because you knew nothing about fire extinguishers, you knew nothing about fire fighting and you probably could not distinguish between smoke and fire. You probably could not differentiate between flame and fame but today that is certainly not the case. You cannot let fire wreck havoc in your camp; you cannot just run away and let the flames consume the vitality that you earned through hard work. It is unacceptable, you must fight, and you must stand up to fight even if it sends blood percolating from your nostrils. You may feel the heat but that will only be for a season. Hungry flames may stamp an array of blisters and sores on those places that you were not aware of since you became conscious of your existence but that must not retard the all important vision; that of standing out to fight, fight for those things that make you tick even in situations where time seems to bring no healing.
In other words keep focused on the dream in spite of circumstances. Rise above situations because you were created for greatness. Focus and keep your vision clear. Take daily steps that slowly take you closer to your destiny. The terrain may not be even but each time you make a step you draw closer to that place of limitless progress. You are unstoppable