150 times from now, none of us reading this post moment will be alive. 70 percent to 100 percent of everything we're fighting over right now will be completely forgotten. Accentuate the word, Completely.
still, that will be 1872, none of those that carried the world on their heads also are alive moment, If we go back memory lane to 150 times before us. nearly all of us reading this will find it delicate to picture anybody's face of that period.
Pause for a while and imagine how some of them betrayed their cousins and vended them as slaves for a piece of glass. Some killed family members just for a piece of land or tubers of yam or cowries or for a pinch of swab. Where is the yam, cowries, glass, or swab that they were using to vapor? It may sound funny to us now, but that's how silly we humans are occasionally, especially when it comes to power or trying to be applicable.
I flash back those days in my secondary academy, how some people fought and did so numerous unconceivable effects just to have their names shortlisted among those to be made academy Prefects. Ordinary academy Prefects o! It's just about 18 times since I left secondary academy, nothing in that academy right now remembers that I indeed lessoned there despite my fashionability also. Now, imagine what happens after 150 times?
Indeed when you claim the internet age will save your memory, take Michael Jackson as an illustration. Michael Jackson failed in 2009, that was just 13 times agone
. Imagine the influence Michael Jackson had each over the world when he was alive. Gosh, he was like a god. How numerous youthful people of moment flash back him with admiration, that's if they indeed know him? In 150 times to come, his name, when mentioned, won't ring any bell to a lot of people. This is indeed because he was popular, imagine the maturity of people who'll noway be known worldwide like him?
Let us take life easy, nothing will get out of this world alive... The land you're fighting and ready to kill for, notoriety left that land, the person is dead, rotten, and forgotten. That will also be your fate. In 150 times to come, none of the vehicles or phones we're using moment to vapor will be applicable. Biko, take life easy!
Let love lead. Be authentically happy for each other. No malignancy, no backbiting. No covetousness. No comparison. It isn't a competition. At the end of the day, we all have the same fortune in the grave. It's just a question of who gets there first, but surely we will each go there.