Fire Of The Lighthouse

It's not possible, I finally said, shaking my head. I looked down at my pages full of red ink and decided, Katai, this greatness thing is just too hard. Most times, when people see me, I move around with a big black book in my hand called "Written In The Stars", where I am always jotting down notes.(that is how much I love writing). This book is my personal journal where I write down my personal revelations, notes (most of them end up on this very blog) and most importantly, dreams. However, at this moment in time, I stared at this page and wondered whether this new thing is possible. Continuing from where I left off, after I decided to be great, I began to think big and great thoughts. I asked and inquired from God, asking Him, what do you want me to do with my l ife? How can you use my passions and gifting to bring out the best version of me? Days later, after constant searching and much thought, I felt my ideas flow. I grabbed my red pen and began to write d...

Dear Reader, let me tell you a story of a young lady I once knew. Greatness. "What's greatness ", a young lady asked herself. She sat down one free afternoon and asked herself that question a countless number of times. Alone at home, she was bored as ever. So to keep herself occupied, she decided to surf the Internet. After watching countless funny videos and scrolling through her Facebook news feed, she decided, You know what, let me search on the people who made good landmarks in history. She went through the archives of great names such as Dr. Martin Luther King, Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, even Jesus of Nazareth. Inspired by their life changing biographies, she wondered, "What made these people great and memorable?" Were they special? Were they marked out to be different and the rest of us not? Why is it that people were born in their timeline were not remembered until now? She found an answer, well part of it,  by re-reading a blog post she read from th...

One day, I sat wearily at my desk. I love thinking and most of my actions originate from a single thought. I try my best to tune into positivity, but today, I decided to think about life. I was bothered by the fact that life is too random. One moment you think you understand it, next it changes. In my journal of plans and dreams, called "Written in The Stars", there are plans I made in sheer confidence that they will come to pass exactly  how I have written down. But with the passage of time, either see they don't come to pass or something completely different takes place. One day, I got very frustrated and sulked the whole day thinking, " So what is the point of this "making plans"? What if my future isn't as bright as they say it is? Plans for good? Will that happen?" In an instant, thoughts of worry and doubt captured my mind, and it seemed like the worst was ahead of me. It was these thoughts that led to my weariness. This continued for...