Kwani A. Lunis

Multimedia Journalist


Maturity of Self

Many Moments

For some it happens when the church bells have just sang their song throughout the town. For others the silence of their own solitude makes the loudest of declarations, while others sit patiently trying to figure this moment. They awaken from their slumber with a jolt as the realization hits them that “THIS” is their God given purpose. For me it was when I started writing this post:

One hour into my typing I had the ingenious idea to save what I had been so thoughtfully creating. Only there was a problem; due to a glitch in cyberspace only the first line had been saved, and there I found my self starting again from the beginning:

From the tiny papers I used to pass notes with in elementary school, to the plethora of PTA meetings where my teachers would say “She’s a smart kid, but she talks a lot” writing has always defined me. To this day I still think those teachers were wrong. I had learned that the word “but” was used to introduce a contradicting statement, and yet I always thought that speech was our way of sharing the thoughts and knowledge that pass though out minds. The very place created to expand my horizons attempted to limit who I was, “a giver of words”.

Peer-pressured snickers arose from my lips as my 7th grade English teacher suggested we all submit a poem for a contest submission. It was corny at the moment, but I later realized that there was no strain to produce a work of art through simple consonants and Vowels. I had enjoyed creating the work, just as much as I enjoyed the teacher announcing to the class that I was now
a published poet with Creative Communications publishing company.

As gallons of ink flowed from my heart, poetry is what kept me sane through the hardest moments of my life.

When my mouth could not express what my heart felt, written emotions are what helped me to write a love letter to my first love.

The day my youngest brother was born, my closest companion since kindergarten moved away and the “postage stamped envelope” helped me keep in contact with her before the internet had fully developed.

From the very first time I wrote my name, up to these words that will ring through your mind, I realize there isn’t ONE moment.

With each movement of the ticking clock we must strive to move forward. When we give one moment precedence over the rest, we cheat ourselves from seeing the beauty of each piece of the big puzzle. This past weekend I was asked, “When did you know this was what you wanted to do?” I was first ashamed for having not thought it through, but my many moments have brought me to the epiphany I share at hour.

This is my defibrillator. My heart has been bestirred. As I reach my third hour in this seat I realize that this is the passion God has instilled in me, to write. My moment has come.

Men have it all wrong

and so do women

It’ll only work if you do it right.

3 Signs That She’s Not A Grown Woman – (For women to read)

3 Signs That He’s Not A Grown Man – (For men to read)

We all want someone to love us, but we gotta learn to love ourselves first, and work on developing who we truly are (or want to become). With God as priority, in addition finding one’s own self respect, you will get what’s yours, just be patient and don’t settle for anything less than you’re worth.

A man once asked his father, “Father, how will I ever find the right woman?” His father replied “Forget finding the right woman, focus on being the right man.” His dad is right and the same goes for us women. We must first mature internally in order to be better able to supplement, not complement, someone else’s life.

That is all.

Don’t bite the hand…

I may be justified in blaming it on human nature, but either way I’m selfish. Well it’s the way I was born, not raised. We come out the womb needy, entering a world that we are led to believe revolves around us. With someone to feed us at the sound of our cry or change us at the whiff of our stink, we get comfortable while failing to realize that as with all seasons, this selfishness must be short-lived in order for us  grow on our own. People see a child’s love as pure, without flaw, but can it even be called love when the motives behind it include solely the assurance of another’s love and protection? We all have wants and needs, but maturity comes in determining at what risk one will gain these objects of desire. In my twenty years here I’ve lost many relationships by failing to analyze these risks. Being the only child for seven years of my life and the only female for twenty, I had gotten used to things revolving around me. Oh yeah and that one time I was on the other end of that spectrum I only got hurt.

It all comes down to balance. Last year I almost lost my best friend of 12 + years (I mean I actually did, then I got her back,but that’s whole other story) due to my selfish habits, and I almost made the same mistake twice … I had neglected her at a time of her life when she needed me most, but I’m still learning. Letting go of selfishness is just another aspect of love. Whether in the context of romance or simply friendship, neither can be achieved without one letting go of their egocentric mindset. Just as one takes from a relationship, they must also be willing and able to give as well. Our lives get hectic, but we must never fail to remember those who were there for us and be there for them just the same. They say “never bite the hand that feeds you”, but that implies yet another selfish mindset, as one childishly waits again for a one sided exchange to occur. I say, “Never break the hearts that love you” and be sure to love them just the same. I may be justified in blaming it on human nature, but no more excuses… it’s time to grow up.

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