Two days ago, a lady sang one of my songs to me via WhatsApp voicenote, and she got me crying. She said the song had inspired her so much, and at a time she needed it most.
Then I recalled that I didn’t write the song for that purpose. On the day the words of the songs first left my lips, I had nobody in mind. I didn’t write the song to inspire anybody. I didn’t plan to be appreciated. I didn’t write it to feel like a hero. No… Not at all.
I was just a boy who needed to hear those words sung to me. The song was my own way of dealing with the pain, and hurts I had.
There and then, I realised I wasn’t different from her. It was not the case of someone who’s got his life altogether reaching out to those who do not.
We were the same. We both needed something to let us know it was all going to be alright.
“Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. 2 Corinthians 1:4 KJV”
From tonight, and the next seven days, I’ll be sharing some post from my #PersonalNotes. They are my birthday thoughts. The conversation that happened within. They are the things I wrote to my self, and are a reflection of my personal struggles, and comfort.
My goal is to inspire those who are currently where I have been.
And for those who have asked what inspires me, maybe you can get a clue from this.
It starts tonight on #LoveWednesday by 8pm, and every other night.
Have a Lovely Day.