How to Live Forever

Take Back Time Part Six: Infinite

The reason I thought I left the UK at the time was that I wanted to find another way to live my life…

So I would say to myself always when I arrived at a new place: “Is this the life for me?”

But that was not really My Question.

I hadn’t found it yet…

Livingstone’s Dream

In Africa I saw many other ways to live.

In Malawi people are literally starving to death, but you will never meet a more lovely and happy people. It really is the warm heart of Africa.

If you go to a village there they will line up to shake your hand and introduce themselves. You can take a baby from its mother’s arms and she will walk off, content and trusting in the fact that everyone takes care of everyone else.

And do you know why…?

I once heard a story that a missionary went to confront the slave traders that would take the people from Malawi across the great lake to be sold to the Arabs.

This man Livingstone, sat under a tall tree with his umbrella and waited for the slave master to come…

And when he came Livingstone, even though he was a Christian, would preach Suryas from the Quran about how one should not own another man’s life.

And at first the slave master laughed and took the slaves…

But each year he would return and Livingstone would be waiting for him with his umbrella, and he would preach from the Quran…

And this went on for many years with no success, but Livingstone did not give up…

Then one year there was a draught and all the leaves were gone from all the trees and the only shade around was the shade of Livingstone’s umbrella…

And when the slave master came he offer him to sit under his umbrella with him, and the slave master sat down…

Then Livingstone preached to him under the shade of his umbrella, and by the time the sun had set that day the slave master was in tears…

He realised that his whole life had been led in sin and he repented everything to Livingstone…

That day he promised not to take slaves anymore and Livingstone gave him his umbrella and said:

You are forgiven. When next you come to this village hold not your gun high but this umbrella, so that all can see that you have come in peace…

And that night after the slave master had left a great fruit from the tree fell through Livingstone’s tent and killed him…

And everyone in the village said that it was a good death…

You see when you live your whole life knowing what your purpose is, knowing why you do what you do…

You see when you finally find the answer to that question, you have lived fully, and you can die well…

The Little Boy

After I heard that story a little boy came up to me and took my hand and we walked together…

I was with a group of other tourists and all the other westerners were giving the kids sweets, or money, or pencils to use in school…

And they were all being mobbed by hundreds of kids and throwing out these gifts like they were feeding pigeons…

But I was just walking with little Timmy…

And when we left that village I couldn’t bring myself to give him money, because I knew that his family would just take it from him and that it would make little difference to his life…

So I took a pen and I asked him to hold out his hands…

And on the back of each hand I drew two symbols, positive infinity and negative infinity…

And I told him to stretch out his arms as wide as he could, and I said:

“Everything you need in life is between your fingers…You are infinite…”

And though I’ll never know if he truly understood what I had given him…he smiled at me that day…

And that day I thought I understood a little better, that people can be happy even when they have nothing, as long as they have what he had…

You see happiness, true happiness, does not come from anywhere outside your reach…

It comes from within…

You are infinite…

So that even if you are in the most dire straits, if you have not even the money to eat, or to buy clothes, as long as you have that thing in your heart, that trust in yourself…

If you can see that…

You can be happy…

And that was what I was beginning to see…

In Part Seven…

There I was staring at the man I could have been…and though we lived worlds apart, we were both looking for the same thing.

In Part Seven I will tell you about a young man I met who showed me the error of my ways.

“If you journey long enough you will meet yourself…”

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