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The Journey Of Life; Life As A Market by Akinwale Peace

The Journey Of Life;
Life As A Market.

Life is generally known as the period of living, a period of breathing from childhood/birth that surely precedes death. But I'll tell you that Life is a deck of card, it falls and fall, but we stand to make something from it. Life is a cursed mistress, if we don't make it happen, it will move our stand.
We do different thing when it comes to buying and selling. We have talents, God's given gift...but how can we journey through this world while we are alive without buying and selling this?
No, we don't buy and sell talents or gifts, we Share and Discover talents and gifts.
Life is a market, how well have you used what you have to impact and help others?
Douglas Adams said, "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."
Can you beat your chest and say I've helped and shared, also helped others in discovering themselves?
This is what life is all about, that is what living is centered on. We Share and Discover, we Buy and Sell, we Bargain and Disagree, we Learn and Forget, it's a journey. See, 'when you seem to be tired of living, it's then that another Share of thought props in, another Selling of fate and another Buying of shame steps in', and how will it look, if you come here and see people doing it while you fold your hands and wish to be off the wheel?
"This life isn't just an opportunity, it's a period to Buy and Sell, to Share and Discover, to Bargain and Disagree."
Sure, we'll be frustrated at times, the market women gets frustrated too, when the bargain is too low but they don't care, they'd never wanted to come and go the way they came, they'll have to give in to the customer, such is life, anything that life gives you, Bargain with life, Disagree to agree with an ill-fate, try and Discover the hidden things that needs to be unveil, try and Share your emotions with people, Buy their thought and Sell away your sorrow. That is how to live.
I'll end this on this note, "we can always live, when we know what we are living and what we are living up to. Share and Discover with other people, that's the way to live"
And, don't forget, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." – Robert Frost
Never lose hope, life goes on.

By Akinwale Peace Akindayo (Philip Peace)
Fountain Of Life Universal Organization.

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