Rifle in a Trifle!

Obtaining a title for a write-up comes by inspiration; putting the bits and pieces of the write-up together also comes by inspiration. It is so easy to put a write-up together when youre fired up by all positive agents of inspiration. There are certain circumstances when youre given a good title, but you make an assumption that a good title means an easy writeup. At this juncture, I have been frustrated many times. I got the title, Rifle in a Trifle while reading the Book of Proverbs. I was excited about it because from my little experience, I do understand the relevance of having a catchy title in an article or a book. I had a good idea of what to write, but got stuck. My wrong assumption that a good idea means an easy delivery almost put me in a limbo. I struggled to write the first paragraph; after that, I completely ran out of ideas. Waking up this morning, I did my usual early morning prayer. I was about to start my usual meditation when I heard in my spirit, Go back to write that article. I was irritated because, I hate writing without fire. I asked myself, Where do I begin from? The answer came out immediately, Begin from how you feel. How do I feel? I feel mentally tired; I feel angry that I couldnt get a breakthrough in an article I am trying to crack. I feel dejected and devoid of inner inspiration.

Sometimes in life, we want to move but the wheels for the will are not available. Sometimes in life, we want to fly but the wings for the wind are not available. We easily give up when it appears like life is not providing the resources for the meal sauces. Giving up when the atmosphere looks dry is a supposition that it will always remain dry. I believe in faith; there is something called faith. I believe that faith produces the oil of growth when the roots of the plants have been completely cut off. I believe that taking a step further to fulfil our dreams in spite of the dead ends; will release the unseen engineers of life to construct new roads. Constructing new roads gives you new hope for the vision.

If you stand firm to a vision it can become a reality. It is tough standing because there are people who are sitting beside you with hammers on their hands. These people are ready to keep knocking your feet with the hard metals of frustration until you either walk away or join them on their

indolent round table. The indolent always come with a trifle but in it is a rifle. Some people hide behind a trifle, take the T off and then use the rifle. As trivial as trifle may be defined, it does ruffle. The stray bullet was a trifle but it came from a rifle. The silent whisper was a trifle but caused a ruffle. The little flame was a trifle but consumed a large forest in Australia. A mans ego begins with triviality but ends in the unexpected and unsuspected. Mans insensitivity to man is growing day by day. Mans self centeredness and greed expands without limit. People do anything to get anything, yet they call it survival of the fittest. The promise to be the head and not tail sometimes has been clearly misunderstood. Instead of a promise, its become a contest. Like every contest, competition ensues; like every unhealthy competition, bitterness congeals.

If you pay attention to the sitters, you will become a sitter. If you listen to the trifle, you will be hit by the subtle triviality that comes from the rifle. Move faraway to the height where a conventional attitude cannot deter your altitude. The higher you climb, the farther you are away from those whose lips release the catabolic symbols of retardation. If the cartilaginous parts of your ears are reversed to the opposite direction, you will continue to hear the opposites that oppose a progressive movement. On the other hand, if you choose to hear the words spoken behind you; you will advance to a place of divine purpose. What is behind you is not what is at your back; what is behind you is your inner man; your spirit.

When they come with the trifle, understand that they may have a rifle. Before they show the rifle, guard yourself with the armoury that defends your vision. Understand that the man whose trifle has a rifle is out to shoot your future by killing your vision. Dont be fooled by their trifles; theyve got rifles. Dont be stopped by their trifles; they want to ruffle. If you cant be ruffled, you will go on a rough road galloping but still moving forward. Do you want to pause the progression because of some peoples regressions? Do you correlate with stagnancy in order to be generally accepted? Realise that the base of mediocrity is thick; you can get lost in its mixed multitude. Get up today and run with your vision; you will get to your destination hail and hearty. Forget the man with the trifle; he will end his life with his rifle.

God bless you!