A Man Named Oby

There once was a man named Oby; he was a silly little man. Not so little, but not so large, maybe perhaps it is wrong to call him little. But a man he was. He’d get up every day, tired from the one before, early to shine, wishing he could always get a little bit more: snooze that is.

What he dreams for he does not know, but he knows it is for something. That it does exist somewhere, out there. He wishes for more, or so it seems. What does more mean for him? He does not know. He simply knows, that he’s looking for more. And aren’t we all? But what does that mean?

He wakes up and goes on with his day, doing nothing much, but living it through and through. Is he getting any closer, he wonders? It certainly does feel like so, but is he? What is there to compare against? Is there some value to look against?

Though the gradual feel of growth can be seen and felt. He’s slowly becoming who he wishes, but he wishes it were sooner than later. He wishes to be there, this instant. To have it all, to have what he wants, what his heart desires and yearns for. Don’t we all? But he shall not forget, that it is the journey not the destination. Yearning the destination is foolish, enjoying the journey is key. Learning to enjoy it, or change it towards something that is enjoyed. If he’s not enjoying it, perhaps it is one that is not meant to be.

Discipline and consistency: the two pairs for victory. Without them you will be nothing. He will stay the same, and never achieve his victory. Who is he meant to be; why does he care so much for it? Is it all a manipulation of his mind? Some dissatisfaction spawned from earlier years? Wanting and craving more. Why does he wish to achieve? To become more and have something greater, to become greater, what purpose does this serve? What does it even mean? Why can he not simply live, live a life of ease? Why do we want more and more? Is the chase of family not enough? Why does he not chase family? Why is it seemingly a materialistic success that drives him?

Though deep down it feels untrue, deep down it feels like a false path. True success can only be becoming who he must, who he dreams to be, who he wishes to be. Regardless of monetary value, regardless of materialistic achievements. Even as a vagabond this success can be achieved. And he knows such truth. But does not want to acknowledge it, for living in society, among his common man, is to have a materialistic life. So one cannot be successful in such a life without materialistic success. But who cares for all of that? True success is spiritual, emotional, and mental.

Even without things can an Oby be successful… but Oby desires it all. He wishes to have that spiritual, emotional, and mental truth, while whisked away with any materialistic pleasure he seeks. It’s as if a sacrifice is needed, and surely it is, because time and life only allow for so much to be lived. Chase after the material gold and you will gain less of the other.

Love is all you need. Regardless of the situation you find yourself in, if you have love, friends and family, people to surround yourself with, a tribe, a community, a loving home, then you have all you need. You will survive and live a life well lived. Power and greed have been the defeat of us all. Little do we know of this. It has become a way of life. Sadly.