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A few years ago I walked into a battlezone, unfazed. Looking back, I must have been oozing pure innocense judging by lessons learned, picked and hammered into me the hard way. I would be lying if I said there were no moments of regret, present they were and deep they did cut. But then, I would also be lying if I said I feel an ounce of regret as my fingers run through this keyboard like the Kenyan I am, at a moderate speed with the goal of covering the longest distance I can in the shortest time possible, running it like a marathon. Guess we can say I am staying true to my roots, but more about that section of the tree later. For now I am more about the branches and leaves of the tree of life I planted six years ago in a foreign land is foreign to me no more.

Life is lived in hindsight, hence we have to reflect every once in a while to the past, and in that reflection we often get a glimpse of what the future holds, which path is doing the proverbial callingas we journey ever deeper into the abyss we call tomorrow.The mirror is a guide as to which paintbrush to pick, in which colors to dip the tips into for you to create the perfect painting of our dreams, despite the fact that we are bound to make a wrong turn every once in a while, or twice in a while for some of us.

Anyway, what I thought was meant to be a battle turned out to be an one man world war, me against the world, the world against me. A dangerous yet rewarding game, the paradoxies that comprise the human condition. Six years down the line it may have taken longer than it should have but it is all in due time. I finally made the U turn to the kid I used to be, and to be frank, nothing feels better than being your genuine self with no apologies, and thriving in it like you belong there. Because you do. When you transform from just another ghost in the machine to be being the war yourself, the world shall bow at your will. The world shall bow at my will. You have come this far in this essay without a working title, felt like a mistake? Well, in Oprah Winfreys words, no such thing as a mistake, it is just life pointing you in a different direction. Pay attention and heed the voice from deep within you and you will surely find the hammer to your nails.

However, not to forget I am still he who took two or more wrong turns in a single while before ending up here. So it would be fair to say you should take my words with a pinch of salt, but just a pinch, two would be too much.
Whichever wars you may be facing, may you become the war and make light bend in ways that will make Einstein twitch in his eternal sleep. If anything, even the laws of physics do bend when the will of the physicist is strong enough. Soldier on. You are the physicist.

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