Prophets of doom!

I never had a problem with writing until this post. If it is the words, the diction or the spelling…or the topic it’s self, I am to learn. Suddenly I just can’t get the right words to express exactly how I feel; well that’s a first…

I mean talking about ‘prophets of doom’ is not exactly a walk in the park, but either way weather I write about them or not, as sure as hell they exist. I am talking about people who can’t help it but see doom in every situation, starting from the obvious fall of a child learning to walk to the cawing of crow in early morning. Honestly though, the reason why I had a hard time writing about this is because I might have to talk in not so kind context about some of my friends (no hard feeling, I just want to make a point) though I opt to be as general as I possibly can. Then again I realize these ‘prophets of doom’ are usually people we consider friends, confidants, family…I mean people close to us.

What would you say about a friend who supposedly knows your struggles about, say career wise, but still thinks you are not trying hard enough and tells you how your peers will go abroad, get good jobs faster than you…blah blah blah. Or better yet you share your dreams of how you will give your daughter a classy name, dress her in fancy doll dresses and love her to bits… basically you are not just building castles in the air you just trying to live a bit, then your friend (who coincidentally has a daughter) tells you…”you might probably never even have a daughter”…iiirrk!

What I have come to learn though is that you can’t really do anything about them; we just have to learn to live with them. I strongly believe that if you properly know the promises of God this kind of things will just be passing storms to you. Speaking of God, some will even dare say…God does not exist! The nerve!! You will definitely hear a lot of things, but the things you choose to listen to is what matters. In the machine world (from the movies I have watched) there is usually a protocol seven, eleven or nine (don’t really know what the criteria of numbering is…) now this protocol is a secret that only the maker of the machine knows and when worse comes to worse, this protocol will be initiated to save the machine in mayhem…or otherwise. if I could use the same explanation in humans, then the only person you should really listen to is your maker who can initiate protocol…whatever number and decide your fate.

Phew! Finally I got that out my chest. I hope it helps someone.