The Weight of Realization

There are moments in life when the mind needs to breathe again, moments when we just have to pause, reflect, and refresh our thoughts. Sometimes, it’s not because we are overwhelmed by problems but because the soul itself longs for cleansing. The truth is, life happens in ways we can never fully predict. No matter how intelligent or careful we think we are, we will still make mistakes, misjudge situations, or misunderstand people. Life, in its quiet but firm manner, has a way of humbling everyone, reminding us that we are not in control as much as we think we are.

Just a few minutes ago, I found myself lost in thoughts. I wasn’t sad, but I was deeply reflective. It was one of those quiet evenings when nostalgia quietly sneaks in and fills the heart with memories. To ease my mind, I decided to listen to a few songs. I started with Lucky Dube’s Prisoner. I’m sure many people know that song and the message it carries, “crime doesn’t pay.” The lyrics hit differently when you really pay attention. I also listened to Many Men by 50 Cent, another powerful song that carries raw emotion and truth about life’s unpredictability. After that, I moved to some Nigerian classics, particularly songs by Beautiful Nubia. His music, to me, is a form of therapy. The lyrics reach deep into the soul and bring comfort. There’s something spiritual about the way he sings, his songs don’t just entertain; they cleanse the heart and lift the spirit.

While listening to those songs, I began to think of people I’ve met in my life, some still around, and others gone too soon. One person in particular came to mind. He was someone who always helped me with anything related to vehicle documents and licenses. He was reliable, honest, and always cheerful. I remember how he would send me messages every now and then, just to check in or greet me. Recently, I realized I hadn’t heard from him in a while. At first, I didn’t think much about it. I assumed he was probably busy or maybe taking a break.

Then, earlier this year, I needed to renew some vehicle papers. Naturally, I thought of reaching out to him again. That was when I got the shocking news. He had passed away in a car accident. I froze for a moment, unable to process what I just heard. It felt unreal. This was someone I had spoken to not too long ago, someone who was always full of life. The news hit me hard.

That experience reminded me of how fragile life really is. We often move about as if tomorrow is guaranteed, but in truth, none of us knows what the next moment holds. It made me realize that life is just borrowed time; we are only here temporarily. We can plan, work hard, and try our best, but ultimately, we are not in charge of how long we stay.

Since then, I’ve learned to appreciate people more, respond to messages, check in on friends, and be kind whenever I can. Because at the end of the day, what really matters isn’t how much we own or how smart we are, but how much love and light we share while we still can.