I want to share more...
the more we share is the more we have to share.
A share is a part of a whole, a bit of a whole, an allotment of a portion. This part, bit or allotment is in proportions. It can be divided in halves or even quarters. But sometimes, which seldom happens, a share can be a whole from a different perspective.
There are times in my life when I feel everyone know what's going on in my life, even when I don't know about theirs. Such times, I feel fragile. I would go to hide. I would move away from the crowd. One of my best friends who knows so much about temperaments and how it affects our personalities says I'm phlegmatic. I argue each time he points that out. It's not a bad thing, is it?
Facebook has been an avenue to share my experience and life with friends. I will tell when I wake up, when I'm hungry and even when I've got my monthly visitors (Hey! you know what I mean). When I got into school, it was all on Facebook. When I graduated, it was all on Facebook. When I went for NYSC, it was all on Facebook. Again and again, I lived out loud on the world. I shared a part of myself.
A part of myself, I had thought. But here and now, I discovered it was all of me after all. When I stopped posting on Facebook. When I went to hide. When I avoided the people that had cared or at least, pretended to care. I died. Believe me when I said I died. Life not shared is life not lived.
Hallelujah! I'm alive. I'm whole again. I want to tell the world. I want to show the world. This is who I am. This is what I do. This is where I am...
YouTube is the next move.
The Spirit is moving and I'm loving this.
I have no idea what or how it will be.
If it's God, then it's sure going to be bam!
Sharing is Living.
I want to share. I want to live.
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