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Simplicity of Me, Complexity of We

If I am granted one sure banker wish, it would probably be to be in heaven, free from the stress and strains of earth and all its inhabitants. The main challenge is that I would have to be dead, un-alive, six feet under… unless rapture happened like now. That would really make things easy for me, wouldn’t it. But if rapture happens, a number of Christians would also be raptured and around in heaven.  But would they still portray their complex human nature in heaven? Would they exhibit the wide range of human emotions that makes living so chaotic? I hope not!
Life has been good to me and it has also been hard. It has dealt me blows I am still reeling from but it also makes me laugh a lot. It has not been fair, it has not been kind, it has not been all beautiful, it has not always been caring. It has been refreshing as well as frustrating, annoying but downright amazing too. Life has been life, I guess, I am not sure. My experiences cannot adjudge the varied spectra of life, but it can explain just mine.
In plain truth, I get stressed up with the motions of living but I have not tasted enough of life. Confusing, it is not for simply put, it is all about the simplicity of me and the complexity of we.
By this I mean, a person within his or her own cubicle of life can easily identify the motions of life – breathing, eating, laughing, crying, sleeping, etc. These simple, isolated acts make up what I mean by the simplicity of me. Once one’s motions come into interaction with another person’s motions, it brings about the chains of actions and reactions which define the complexity of we.
Have you noticed that the mirror image of ME is WE. Who I am should define the catalyst I am in the midst of others unless I am not true to myself and others. If I am happy when by myself, then I could influence people I come in contact to be happy within the moment of usual human interactions. It is pretty hard to give what you do not have. If I feel miserable, I will probably look for people to infect with my misery :-).
Have you ever wondered at the spectrum of human relations and the fledging emotions we continuously that run through? Strangely enough, life itself reminds me of NEPA / PHCN in Nigeria, yes it does. Why? Well, sometimes you have electricity, sometimes you don’t. Some days you get a mix of blackouts and light. If you have electricity for more than a day, you wonder why you have it so good. The days you do not have light, you wonder why NEPA is picking on you (your area). Sometimes, the transformer gets bad and needs extensive repairs or replacements. Some people “power up” every appliance in their homes once “NEPA brings back the light”, while others only switch on the television, light bulb and fan. Almost every Nigerian has a generator as a backup. Some have inverters. Both are costlier.
There are so many scenarios with NEPA that seem to proverbially define life interactions. Some days are good and beautiful, some days are downright ugly, most days are a mix of both good and bad. When the going is good for a lengthy period, we thank God and give testimonies. When the going isn’t pleasant, we wonder why God has forgotten us and allows bad things happen to us. Sometimes we experience serious, prolonged issues for which we seek drastic help. Sometimes we seek alternatives that tend to be much more costlier just like running a generator is more expensive than direct supply from NEPA (if you have prepaid meters though).
In life, we learn to appreciate the good days and pray for strength to undergo the bad ones. I have learnt that the interactions of the good and bad make up life. No one has only good days. We all have the good and the bad. The simplicity of how I deal with what I have or experience will affect the complexity of how I influence others. So, I guess the truth is I have to deal with me and how I react to life...

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