There was this period when I would go for a 10KM run, every Saturday, with my girl Wanjiru. At times when I had covered 3/4 of the stretch, my legs would give in, & my mouth would get so dry tempting me to quit. However I would keep at it- hands sometimes akimbo, and then flapping lazily on my sides; sometimes I would sing. I would alter anything I could except my feet rhythm. That “Pa-Pa-Pa” would be all my mind would hold on to. From time to time, a quick diversion from my rhythm when I had to move for an oncoming vehicle, but I would get back to it. Eventually I would run the entire course.
I learnt a lesson: Progress relies on rhythm.
Once you allow interruptions to take a toll on your rhythm, you stop moving. Sometimes rhythm just means showing up for the task even when it’s not convenient. The important thing is that you showed up.
Rhythm does not have to be about the “day in, day out” repetition of a task. At Nairobi Toastmasters for example, we meet bimonthly- 1st & 3rd Monday of the month. That is our rhythm- & after one year, looking back, the feat attained- personally and as a club- is not small.
Inner peace, the kind that defies the outward worldly clamour and incessant pressure to belong, is conceived in solitude, behind locked doors and
tightly closed shutters. Its birth, however, begins when we stand in front of the mirror naked-stripped of all that we believe in; of the dogmas that have been passed
down to us; obfuscating and false idea systems produced by society’s elite, defiant of the murmur that peevishly whispers its uncalled for opines- definitions of doom and disaster.
It’s only in front of the mirror that we allow our eyes to open, not only to the curves of our physiques and the beauty of the outside man, but also to the hurting, abused and misused inner man,
the man scampering away from the whiff of success and greatness.
It’s only in front of this object that we can look at the man we are and juxtapose him against the freckled yet impeccable, unique being that stares back. Only through its uncanny power can we vehemently question peoples’ opinions and surmount the noxious words that sowed seeds of self loathe- the seeds we impute our insecurities
It’s only here that we are empowered to separate our existence from the lies deeply embedded since our formative years, the only place where the past and future menacingly gaze
back and forth at each other for domination.
The stark difference between the two is the odyssey and the man in the mirror, inner peace.
Copied as published on my first blogpost-howgathuaseesit.blogspot.com on 14April, 2012.