Life’s compromise
When is your life what you would like it to be? When other people are involved in what you would have your life become, then your life will never be what you want/choose it to be, but rather a lopsided compromise somewhere in the middle. And unfortunately for you, if you are feminine the feminine is mutable whereas the masculine is fixed. Therefore, most probably the compromise will be more on your side than his. That’s just how life is. If you want your life to what you would have it, then remain single, don’t get involved…but, unfortunately singledom can be a miserable and lonely existence. Nothing for mahala!
The pure ecstasy of being
Watching little people experience life is watching the pure ecstacy of being..their enjoyment makes their little bodies shiver with delight..their laughter all consuming,their sadness soul-piercing..it realy is watching life in its purest form..life as it was supposed to be.
Life neh?
Isn't it surprising, wonderful, terrifying and awe-inspiring how life just does what it wants when it needs to whether or not you agree? And how sometimes the worst things to happen to you turn out to be the best? And how even if you don't know whether you will step off the precipice with your next step, sometimes you do and are free-falling blind and the view is so terrifyingly beautiful that it expands your heart, mind and soul enough so that when you land you are so, so clear about the why that the what and how becomes the easiest thing in God's universe. So much so that you wonder why you even fought with the universe in the first place. Ja neh? O tshabe Modimo...To all those who are free from whatever shackels have bound you - whether out of choice or not: Congratulations and well done! Enjoy the next part of your journey...May God and the universe continue to bless you infinitely and abundantly all the days of your life...
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Pay attention to life...
To many life goes by blindly, and no-one really pays attention to their lives and what is happening to them. And perhaps this has been my fault in life, a kind of hyper-awareness to the fact that I am living life, and that there are lessons that we need to learn and without an awereness of this, one can be doomed to repeat their mistakes.
This blog, is dedicated to the woman who made who I am. When I was growing up I had a seriously antagonistic relationship with my mother…and let me be honest with my siblings as well. A more angst-filled child never existed, I remember hours spent hiding in the closet, sucking on my fingers contemplating life and what it meant. My earliest memory is of me walking around my family’s seat in Waterval in the Northwest, feeling completely abandoned, so heartbroken and alone. It is a very dark memory that haunts me to this day. I must have been around four or five years old, and I just have no idea why I would have felt that way. Church was a deeply felt event, where the lyrics to the hymns moved me to ecstasy, and every year I wondered why humanity was the way it was and they acted they way they did, and why we just felt so helpless about being human and allowed ourselves to be so evil towards each other and do the horrible things that we did.
It was the hours I spent alone contemplating who I was and what I had done that solidified this aspect of my personality, hours that I have my mother Seipati. H. Mothoagae to thank for. It was her who after a spate of deep naughtiness would banish me to my room to go and think about what I had done, and whether that served me.
This blog is dedicated to these musings, and what I have learned about life, love and spirituality. If you wonder about the same, and are as given to introspection as I am, then this should prove interesting for you. If you are interested in the musings and the viewpoints of other, no matter how strange, than this is the blog for you. This is about what I think, what I have come to accept as true of life, the world, humanity and spirituality.
This blog, is dedicated to the woman who made who I am. When I was growing up I had a seriously antagonistic relationship with my mother…and let me be honest with my siblings as well. A more angst-filled child never existed, I remember hours spent hiding in the closet, sucking on my fingers contemplating life and what it meant. My earliest memory is of me walking around my family’s seat in Waterval in the Northwest, feeling completely abandoned, so heartbroken and alone. It is a very dark memory that haunts me to this day. I must have been around four or five years old, and I just have no idea why I would have felt that way. Church was a deeply felt event, where the lyrics to the hymns moved me to ecstasy, and every year I wondered why humanity was the way it was and they acted they way they did, and why we just felt so helpless about being human and allowed ourselves to be so evil towards each other and do the horrible things that we did.
It was the hours I spent alone contemplating who I was and what I had done that solidified this aspect of my personality, hours that I have my mother Seipati. H. Mothoagae to thank for. It was her who after a spate of deep naughtiness would banish me to my room to go and think about what I had done, and whether that served me.
This blog is dedicated to these musings, and what I have learned about life, love and spirituality. If you wonder about the same, and are as given to introspection as I am, then this should prove interesting for you. If you are interested in the musings and the viewpoints of other, no matter how strange, than this is the blog for you. This is about what I think, what I have come to accept as true of life, the world, humanity and spirituality.
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