On September 3rd, 2019, I had surgery on my left knee at the University of Port Harcourt Teaching Hospital. My knee had fractured due to a car accident. 

After a week I was able to walk around with the aid of crutches. The doctors were happy, albeit warning I shouldn’t place a lot of weight on the healing leg.

That evening as I walked out of the ward to see off a visitor of mine, I looked back to see the sentence “Life Is Movement” written above the entrance to the ward.

As I walked back in, taking a look at patients who’d laid immobile on the beds for months, some dealing with nasty bed sores, 

Life is a verb, not a noun to be possessed but an action to be practiced.

It unfolds through choices, habits, risks, and revisions. Meaning is not found waiting; it is generated by attention, courage, and participation. To live is to engage, to move, to respond, to fail forward, and to try again. Stillness has value, but stagnation does not. 

Growth requires motion, curiosity, and responsibility. When we treat life as a verb, we stop asking what it owes us and start asking what we are creating, learning, and contributing through each deliberate, imperfect day, with intention and humane awareness.