Dream Your Thought

As tiny as it is, the ant possess only big thoughts. It could sleep and find food each time it feels hungry. At least a small particle of smoked salmon from the kitchen is big enough to satisfy the colony. However, the ant has big thought. It thinks big into the future such that it does not cease working. 

I love the lyrics of this song by Ryan Shupe very much:

When you cry be sure, dry your eyes

For better days will surely come

When you smile be sure, smile wide

Don’t let them know that they have won

When you walk, walk with pride

Don’t show the hurt inside

Because the pain will soon be gone

When you see, see the beauty

All around and in yourself

It will help you feel okay

When you pray, pray for strength to help you carry on

When troubles come your way

When you dream, dream big

As big as the ocean blue

When you dream it might come true

When you dream, dream big

Sometimes we dream out of our thoughts. As literal as this may seem, if you think big, you will dream big.  It is god to think positive because you are what you think. In His book, Dr Ben Carson shows how we can think big.

T – Talents and Time must be recognized as gifts

H – Hope for good things and be Honest

I – Insight from people and good books is necessary

N – Niceness is good. Be nice to all people.

K – Knowledge, they say is power_ recognize it as key to living (the heart of the prudent getteth knowledge and the ear of the wise seeketh knowledge (Prov. 18:15 KJV).

B – Books must be actively read.

I – In-depth learning skills must be developed.

G – God must be part of our lives.

Therefore, to completely bring out the ANT in you, it necessitates big thinking.

Every child has an aspiration but these aims change as one grows up. As a kid I had one but it has changed only a bit now. I know you had one too but I wish to share mine with you. This I wrote down even as I was growing. I noticed that in the cry of any baby were series of hopes and pain which he or she could not speak out.

 I call it KIDS’ CRY.

When I Grow Up

Now I don’t know what to think, but some day it will all be in ink.

I look without seeing, am I even a human being.

To me, everything exists without meaning.

My language is a cry, but I only calm myself with a smile.

Today I take milk, but tomorrow I will break bones.

Now am wrapped in silk, but soon I will wear clothes.

Hmm! They leave me in pampers, am now among toddlers.

Both the young and old handle me. Love and admiration are all I can see.

Sometimes how hurtful it can be, especially when bathed by the geriatric.

I have no option than to accept their plea. In fact a little smile does the trick.

I am now a boy but frankly, am coy.

I can’t even cook but I can eat yolk.

Where is all the tenderness, where is all the care?

How come all this harshness, why all these snare?

My ideas are not significant, as tiny as an ant.

All my vocals create fun, commonly ignored with laughter.

I hate this pan; maybe, I should sound louder.

But my cry is an unnoticed plea

When shall I be free, I wish I could flee.

Will I ever be like Dad, so big and tall?

He calls my mum ‘baby’ even though she isn’t small.

I wish to become a bank manger

To put my family’s poverty in danger

Even if I don’t, I will do something better.

I could be a poet or even a trader

May I become a pastor, and save sinners from hell.

I want to be a billionaire and marry a beautiful damsel.

When I will grow up, I really cannot tell