Take It Easy

The world cup is here, loaded with surprises, some take it as chest pains. I'm not a big fan of football, so I prefer chit-chat before the live bands kick in as others take out their hearts to the big screens. Not to be mean, but when did our dear ladies get full match analysis and the best technical understanding of a football match?

 
Sister, when did Ronaldo stop being cute,  daydreaming about his abbs and Adam's apple to now; he should have dropped it at 18 for a header to Rodrigo or better still tried a long-range shot. What happened to the crazy questions like, can the referee also score and take sides with the winning team?

Ladies' rhumba nights are always amazing, not because of the ladies mostly, but the energy put in to make sure the ladies have it major. Women make this world beautiful, and so should the energy be reciprocated.

The other night I watched a game with some older men at my local, slow rhumba in the background with some Nile special. Morocco made it, and the most beautiful scene was one player dancing with the mother after the win. I felt a surge of incompleteness inside. I'd do anything for that moment with my parent. It's everybody's dream to get their folks the best designer outfits, mansions, and the latest Ghanaian S.African rides. To see them happy and get that societal respect that comes with status and be with them in moments like this.

I got lost in the moment, trying to catch a glimpse of my old man's smile, my old lady bragging to her fellow church mates of her god's grace, to find myself withdrawn from the chit-chats with a buddy. Along in years, quite young, around mid-fifties with a touch of winter-white hair, face full with some vintage glasses with telescopic lenses. The kind with moth-eaten suits but still keep them in the wardrobe and find automatic cars to be soo much work

They always know how to read minds, he made me. He saw the deep hunger in my eyes to be in that moment, how tears almost drowned my eyes and busted out, you know that's selfish. I was surprised, is wanting the best for people around you selfish? 

He continued. Look at you getting lost in a real moment, trying to fit in somewhere else, yes dreams make moments and we are dreams but don't let them consume you. That's the problem, my little man, you guys always think of the biggest things to measure how proud your parent is and that is selfish. Sometimes, all a parent wants is to see you smile, getting things done one at a time. You complete your studies, start a career, and care for your health. Buying the best clothes for yourself. It brings joy to see your son getting it.

Life isn't that one big moment, and as a parent, I'll tell you. Children shouldn't be investments; that’s how we end up forcing unworthy success down their throats. Look at your group, mental health is nowadays the talk, then the abuse of drugs, and all those crap, just for a simple reason, pressure to make it and be someone.  I'm happy and proud when I see my son making little progress in life by maintaining his integrity. It satisfies my heart to know that I raised him right to be the best in his life, he was my choice, and he shouldn't take my weight. 

The rest comes as a blessing little Man, first take care of yourself, that matters a lot, that's your parent's happiness. Don't lose yourself trying to make it big for them, that's selfish. Don't feel bad that your old lady is fading away, seeing her drowsy walks, her blood-flecked eyes on a world-weary face, and think you haven't given her the best there is. Be in the moment and make the best of it, that's the best gift for them.

How are you succumbing to stress and mental health, drug addiction, or ending up behind bars, trying to take a shortcut just to give them the life beneficial to them? yes, it's all for a good cause, but what good is it to them losing you, it will kill them. It's more pleasing to see the small but progressive steps.

On my way out after losing track of time to a fine old waist, not the energy it had, hahaha, but the slow rhythmic sync with the tunes. I must say the lady had it, perhaps no more pressure in life, just hear for a good time, not for a long one. So she might as well take it slow. I wanted to get my buddy's definition of success. I've always thought that maybe success should be defined at a personal level, just like beauty with the beholder.

He was seated, seeping his beer, he can barely dance to a three-minute tune, so he's usually seated, chatting, and as soon as his favorite track hits the climax he limps to the dance floor. I'm sure he always has it inside his head that he's "the" king of dance, dropping sleek, usually slow nodding his head sideways accompanied with shoulder burps sometimes of or with the rhythm moves after another, as for me I always see him move up and down, arms raised, one holding his beer, smiling to everyone at everyone trying to figure out his moves, nothing amazing, just a mixture of old age and drunk movements. But he's always happy, as he gets to his seat to catch his breath.

He had an interesting one, just a harmonious correlation between objective conditions and subjective expectations. He said as he shook my hand firmly, just take a moment at a time, you always leaving a dream, a wish you had. So appreciate that. 

He was wise, tipsy wise I'd say, but right. Some of us are fighting battles our fore parents never even won and we constantly living in a one-time wish, so perhaps we are always successful, and winners in our folk's eyes, then why not take it easy?

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