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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 07/06/2016
In the morning breeze
Born 1992, M, from Newcastle kwazulu natal, South AfricaWhat a lovely day it is. The morning has come once again. A new purpose has arisen. The purpose Filled with lots of opportunities. The pursuit begins once again. All those lovely beings have yet again received their chance to live beyond yesterday. Oh...what a lovely morning it is.
The movements in the platforms filled with hopes held high and the glance to a true identity yet to come. The train station moving in the mountains of Mandalay giving everyone the smell of a morning breeze and a day ahead filled with responsibilities. Tick tock …tick tock….. The clock is ticking the time is no more; the time appears to be shorter than it was yesterday. Everyone jumping into their own adventures .the morning breeze is left alone and unnoticed in a blink of an eye the sun comes out and the cool air disappears.
The wrists turned upside down everyone constantly checking for the time before their destination is reached. The silence and the smell of the variety of breaths and strange like feeling inside the train is what keeps the atmosphere inside different. The kids held close to their mothers, ladies wearing hills and gentlemen holding their cases with no smile only the movement of the eye show there is life. What do you expect? It is the morning everyone is seeking the why, the what and the how to get through the day .The day holds no remote to easily slide through ahead time and once again smell the morning breeze through a quick pick at no cost.it is a dream not yet achieved but even if it is achieved, there might be just so many wonders that would be missed.
Stop!...stop!...the train is stationery, pedestrian are crossing, and walking tall and taller in front of the station in the walkway as if are untouchable. The Mandalay train is no harm to them .Their life is more valuable than the man-made steal. Suddenly the travel carries on; the hopes are held high as the train moves deep in the shores of the city, the buildings appears. The mist of the mountains is suddenly gone. Gas is pumped in the sky by the industries the smell changes and egg like smell takes precedence ,the morning is gone the breeze is gone ,the hustle begins. Wow! The train stops everyone gets off and the day begins.
Surely if the morning disappears, the day is already at its peak .the purpose to survive and sowing today what needs to be harvested later begins with a morning breeze with a purpose to make the sun shine brighter .either noticed or not, if needs be it will be worthwhile to precede ones capability and shine in the moment when you are the least expected too. The time of sowing the seeds is the time for sowing and may not be the time for harvesting without the proper sequence followed. The steps are sowing, growing and most of all the harvest .the opportunity to grow is the time to strengthen your capabilities beyond imagination. A lot happens in the sowing phase but more great are the pillars of growth. make right on this phase then the harvest will be for all seasons .the greater the hope are in the morning for hopes held higher than yesterday ,held higher than any other day where failure seemed imminent, invincible and success seemed impossible to endure ,yet shine like the sun in the morning breeze. Fate and other forces drive desires not achieved yet and those that might never come to be.
Written by
Nsizwa D kubheka
In the morning breeze(nsizwa D kubheka)
What a lovely day it is. The morning has come once again. A new purpose has arisen. The purpose Filled with lots of opportunities. The pursuit begins once again. All those lovely beings have yet again received their chance to live beyond yesterday. Oh...what a lovely morning it is.
The movements in the platforms filled with hopes held high and the glance to a true identity yet to come. The train station moving in the mountains of Mandalay giving everyone the smell of a morning breeze and a day ahead filled with responsibilities. Tick tock …tick tock….. The clock is ticking the time is no more; the time appears to be shorter than it was yesterday. Everyone jumping into their own adventures .the morning breeze is left alone and unnoticed in a blink of an eye the sun comes out and the cool air disappears.
The wrists turned upside down everyone constantly checking for the time before their destination is reached. The silence and the smell of the variety of breaths and strange like feeling inside the train is what keeps the atmosphere inside different. The kids held close to their mothers, ladies wearing hills and gentlemen holding their cases with no smile only the movement of the eye show there is life. What do you expect? It is the morning everyone is seeking the why, the what and the how to get through the day .The day holds no remote to easily slide through ahead time and once again smell the morning breeze through a quick pick at no cost.it is a dream not yet achieved but even if it is achieved, there might be just so many wonders that would be missed.
Stop!...stop!...the train is stationery, pedestrian are crossing, and walking tall and taller in front of the station in the walkway as if are untouchable. The Mandalay train is no harm to them .Their life is more valuable than the man-made steal. Suddenly the travel carries on; the hopes are held high as the train moves deep in the shores of the city, the buildings appears. The mist of the mountains is suddenly gone. Gas is pumped in the sky by the industries the smell changes and egg like smell takes precedence ,the morning is gone the breeze is gone ,the hustle begins. Wow! The train stops everyone gets off and the day begins.
Surely if the morning disappears, the day is already at its peak .the purpose to survive and sowing today what needs to be harvested later begins with a morning breeze with a purpose to make the sun shine brighter .either noticed or not, if needs be it will be worthwhile to precede ones capability and shine in the moment when you are the least expected too. The time of sowing the seeds is the time for sowing and may not be the time for harvesting without the proper sequence followed. The steps are sowing, growing and most of all the harvest .the opportunity to grow is the time to strengthen your capabilities beyond imagination. A lot happens in the sowing phase but more great are the pillars of growth. make right on this phase then the harvest will be for all seasons .the greater the hope are in the morning for hopes held higher than yesterday ,held higher than any other day where failure seemed imminent, invincible and success seemed impossible to endure ,yet shine like the sun in the morning breeze. Fate and other forces drive desires not achieved yet and those that might never come to be.
Written by
Nsizwa D kubheka
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