Nothing chose its origination
All are gifts through presentation.
I didn’t chose my parents or my nation
I am placed in a nature-destined station
Rightly fitting for my given time and location
Then why desire for a strange destination?
I am sent to perform specific job allocation
Rightly trained for neighbourhood socialization
Naturally equipped to do the given vocation
Then why long for a misfit job allocation?
I am uniquely specific and only one in all creation
No other person is exactly like me in any nation
Ample peace and rest in humble obedience of creation
Then why complain of my naturally placed situation?
No other person is of my unique pre-disposition
Others do and have their share of their allocation
All we do and possess is specific to our situation
Then why compare myself with others in competition?
I’m destined to occupy this slot of time and location
This slot is stored plentifully for my action and satisfaction
I’m equipped and ordained to excel and enjoy my mission
Then why should devilish dissatisfaction lure for migration?
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KC, interesting take on life especially at this trying time. Looking forward for more ballads. Thank you
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