Life is a lesson

chisom77 (59)in Venezolanos Steem • 3 months ago

Truly, there's no doubt, life is a lesson, infact it's a vessel of lessons. Anyone passing through life without a lesson is imperfect in nature and is liable to make terrible mistakes.

However, I want to use this opportunity to salute the creator of this beautiful contestial topic @mayberling. Though I didn't apply earlier, the information just popped into my memory now. I also want to appreciate the great house for accepting my Entry, even if my points may not be admirable.

Like I said in page 1 of this blog, I would love to repeat it again that life without a lesson is imperfect and full of terrible mistakes.

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Now, before we go in deeper, let me briefly explain what life is.

Life is like an ocean where different features are displayed.

Features like good and evil. Features like cultures and customs. Features like characters and lifestyles are displayed. And from this angle, lessons are part of the fruit that will manifest based on the feature displayed.

I learnt lesson the day a guy broke my heart. We both started journey smoothly, with love and convincing characters that every woman would emulate.

Most times, both of us would be on a tour to certain adventures, and socialites would be grateful for our presence. Not that we've truly engage, although on the roadmap to that accomplishment. The love never dies, every night, there's a mutual game in our private chats.

This keep both of us so close that nothing can easily tear us apart. If I smile, the picture of my smile is boldly inscripted on his face too. Whatever I do, we are resemblance in realm and also in the physical.

I could remember the last time he took me to spar mall–one of the biggest mall in Benin Republic. He spent much on me and I was heavily driven by that temperal expression of his. At some spots, there's this clever girl that do hug him whenever he visit the mall.

Yes! She is beautiful. Intelligent and works for brothel. I notice some partial footsteps she usually display when hugging my husband-to-be and I tried to point it out to him but he insisted to be normal actions.

Normal actions are almost fair. I dislike it! I said, and he stared at my eyes, but return his eyes to the direction where the stranger is. I can't contemplate further, but within me, I'm starting to feel disappointed by his reactions, I muttered. He walked back to the girl, and hug her again.

I didn't know what symbol he was using to communicate with her. But that was how I lost him, he never return back to me. He left me broken into pieces, and when I finally called him, the last word he left with me was that I'm tired of your love. Fake!.

Only those experienced ladies out there would simply understood how painful it is when one broke your heart. He broke my heart and gave it to another lady. This is a lesson. I've learnt never to render my heart freely to any subject again.

This is a lesson. Not my own lesson. Someone story. But I chose to share it here, so everyone can learn and be wise.