In Finding myself, I Needed Some Stones
Bustling through Lagos, where the cacophony of life blends seamlessly with the rhythm of the streets, is my skinny frame couched into a retired leather chair. It’s been a while since I wrote a thing or two, but here I am reminiscing on why I needed stones to find myself.
Allow me to tell this story as a stranger, there is a truth that blends easily with what we all accept to be true when being told by a stranger — it’s like an enlisted divination that unburdens what we know into what we must accept as our truth.
So, I will tell this story as Tiade, a young creative who had just transitioned from photography into marketing. Her essence, a fusion of vibrant hues and whispered dreams, danced in harmony with the pulsating beat of the city.
Through her discerning gaze, she let her journey unfold like a kaleidoscope of fragmented memories and whispered secrets. In the wholeness of her existence, she navigated the winding streets, each alleyway a testament to the intricate curves of human connection.
As she meandered through the darkest pathways of her soul, Tiade lashed on echoes of lost loves and faded friendships, each encounter swept a heavy brushstroke on her existence. “Sometimes you lose a love to find a love that’s deeper, kinder, stronger,” whispered the wind, carrying with it the wisdom of some book she had read in the past. And in the depths of her being, Tiade embraced the pleasure of love, knowing that within the heartache lay the seeds of rebirth.
Like every emerging writer, I think it will be good to throw in a spoiler now that you are engulfed with knowing what next. Yes, Tiade’s journey soon becomes a symphony of emotions, each note resonating with the cadence of life itself.
“Sometimes you lose a friend because you have outgrown each other and are holding one another back,” murmured the shadows of residues of notes taken while reading the same book. Her weary soul needed a gentle gaze and in the gentle ebb and deeper human connection, Tiade discovered the beauty of letting go, knowing that in the space between farewells, new beginnings await one’s true self.
Yet, amidst loss and longing, she clung to the promise of renewal, a beacon of light amidst the darkness. “Sometimes you lose yourself because you are about to discover a more profound reason for living, an undeniable purpose which defines your true path”. This was a gentle whisper from the easing breeze recollecting her favourite part of the book she had read. And in the depths of her being, she unearthed the essence of her being, a radiant flame burning bright amidst the shadows.
Long story short, Tiade’s journey transcended the confines of time and space, weaving its way through the fabric of existence itself. For within the blandness of her existence lay the seeds of transformation, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the boundless potential of the soul.
Like Tiade, I too stand upon the threshold of my destiny, knowing that the stones scattered along my path were not obstacles to be overcome, but rather the very foundation upon which I will build my happiest self, my truest love, and my most genuine purpose. I found stones to find myself.
