Nikos' Blog

Over the years, I have realized that as humans, we find it easy to associate some colours with certain things. This association is sometimes unjustified but we don't really mind when it suits us. For instance, "red" has been associated with danger; "black" with Death or Evil and so on. I don't think I have actually come across the colour associated with Sin. The reason for this I don't know. I am happy to tell you that I discovered the colour of sin recently. Permit me to share this poem with you. I hope you find the answer somewhere in between 😁 A hidden orchestra Golden embers of a dying fire, The aura of saints The bane of humanity: Choice! I've been busy For a reason Working if only for a season To seek that which is hidden. "Fire is red, " They said. "Forever is green, " They grinned. "Sin is what?" I thought. Come dine with me! I have found the answers I seek. Sin is what it is: An immortal

He was a driver. I was not just any passenger - I was an observant one... I happened to sit in the front seat of a public bus one day and something soon caught my eye. There was something about the way the driver changed gears; he seemed to do it with a lot of swag. After watching for a while, I was amazed to realize that the driver had a weakness of some sort in his left leg and so he had found a way of skillfully using his left hand to apply pressure on his leg just to press the clutch. He had perfected this act so much so that it was "beautiful". There are days I am tempted to mope around and feel sorry for myself. There are days when all that seems to be is one disappointment after another and the pain is just overwhelming. There are days I lack the courage to even get out of bed and face my fears... However, to lie there and do nothing is the biggest mistake ever. We have to find some beauty in our pain, some ability in our disability and make the most of what we have.