Medley of Thoughts. Written by Chinelo Orizu

Love, hate, fantasies, money, emotions, passions, and death are part of the mysteries of life. People say I love you every day and yet can’t explain the meaning of the word “love”. Ok! How can you tell when you are truly in love? How do you know you have found the right person? When in a relationship does love die? How do you truly tell when the person loves you back? How do you know when it’s true love? How can you measure love, and with what yardstick do you measure? These are questions that will hunt mankind from generation to generation.  In our quest to illuminate such grey areas as such, we have developed and created talk shows and several volumes of books to act as a guideline out of obscurity. But unfortunately they only leave us at crossroads with so much confusion.

We all fantasize at one point or the other, and we could become so engrossed with our fantasies that you just wonder, how did it start? Why did the human mind at some point divert from the normal to the abnormal? Well it’s simple. Fantasizing is our way of escaping the real world, using the imaginative to create a new world that sometimes only resides in the mind.  A world we can only wish for but can never afford in reality. We have different way of playing out our fantasies. We play out our fantasies over sex, Love, The idea of death {by changing it}, Life with technology, Power/superpower, Life with money, A different childhood, Different gender or race and the list goes on.

Some people have fantasies and find a way to lay them to rest, while others try to live it or die trying.

Hate is pure-not mixed or uncertain, hate is sure; hate is in black and white it has no gray in it. Hate is perfect, hate is explainable, hate begets violence, hate begets revenge, and hate is true.

We have found a way of confusing emotions with passions. Books have been written about them, shows have been hosted on behalf of them, but this is what I have to say: emotion came into this just like you and I, it’s something we were born with and like our age we have little or no control over it, but passion is like a degree we acquire, it’s like language we make use of it. The emotions of a person can only die when he kicks the bucket. Passion in man can die at any time or as soon as he loses interest.

Many times we erroneously say “money is the root of all evil” Some understand better and they say “the love of money is the root of all evil” Scratch the former and stay with the latter while I give you my candid perception to the money thing. If you ask me again and again I will simply say “society is the root of all evil, money is just a helping hand” confused?

All over the world we realize that so much attention is given to the rich people and people of the high class more than the poor. And come to think of it our immediate society is one where the rich gets away with almost anything, or is it not in our society that the rich thieves get all the respect meant for noble men, or don’t you see executive robbers work with so much pride that they are even offered front role seat at religious gathering.

Ours is a Society where the poor is treated poorly as if being poor is not enough. The system has always been like this. Presently, even the middle class have no class anymore ‘cos they are treated terribly. Now, it’s either you are rich or very rich, and that’s terrible for our society! Man now thrives very hard to become very rich or filthily rich either by hook or by crook. Not that the need to be very rich is the most important thing but the craving to be accepted by the society has made the chase for vanity the only sane thing. So now evil duels in the society, the society is like a car, and money is only acting as the fuel. Ponder about it!

We live to die, to die is to live-death is inevitable. Death is what makes us human” so why are we afraid of dying if we know it’s inevitable? Why are we looking for ways to live longer and remain forever young? Why can’t we accept the fact one day we will get old? And come to think of it there is no shame or crime in getting old.

I am not afraid of dying but I am afraid of how I will die, when I will die and were I will go to when I eventually die. Death is a bringer of sorrows, the taker of life, it has no respect for age, it does not discriminate, and it does not care for time. So live today like is your last. Imagine life without death; will it work? Will there be a balance in our world?

Don’t get me wrong I am not here to tell you how to live your life. I’m merely stating the fact that we pay way too much attention to love, money, emotion, passion, fantasies and death that we eventually forget to live life and enjoy it now that we still have it.