You see, this week has been a wobbly one for me. My mind drew up a playlist and I hearkened to its music, moving to its rhythm. My dear mind kept playing all the imperfections here and there, all the things that aren’t seemingly ‘right’ about me, visible and unseen. During the week, a swelling on my right foot couldn’t but make the already rocky boat capsize. Oh, I mustn’t forget the nurse that insisted I got injections for a swollen foot. (Bloody molester! -__- Any opportunity to see a cute butt)

With all these depressing thoughts of how this or that wasn’t perfect, how breathing could be a lot easier if I didn’t have ‘cold’ all the time, how It wouldn’t have been a bad idea if I could take pictures without my vampire features all so revealing, how I could have made a better grade in school (no point crying over spilt milk, right?), why I craved for cake and couldn’t get any, why my leg had to hurt so bad? All of these got me moody and down casted. My saving grace was a thought that struck me amid my pity party.

I remembered the just concluded outreach myself and friends (@SmileCare) went for the previous Saturday at Wesley school for the hearing impaired. I remembered seeing the hand, master the virtuosity of the tongue; I saw music, hands singing with no sound uttered. I saw happy people who couldn’t talk or hear a thing I said, who had apparent disabilities and still chose to be happy. These children, most of them never heard a sound their entire life.

I’m talking way too much, I should let the pictures do the talking… (Pictures by OrionPixel and @Bar_bajide)

In the eyes of the children, we saw Hope. We saw Love.

 

 

 

 

 

Day in, day out, I find myself complaining about one thing or the other, dwelling on the so-called imperfections.

What really defines perfection?

You see, the answer, I do not know.

But these children have taught me one thing. They are grateful they can see, walk and even still, communicate with their hands and ever ready to teach us this art.

Who am I to complain? I talk, I hear… Who are you to complain? You talk, you hear

#Notetoself: Be Thankful

My name is Funto AyinOluwa and I am thankful.

More Pictures:

#Notetoself: Be Grateful

#Notetoself: Put a smile on someone’s face today

#Notetoself: Put a smile on your face, go get cake, red velvet!

#Notetoself: Compliment someone today

#Notetoself: You can do it

#Notetoself: God Loves You

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But then, this is what I think, what do I know?