I just got asked that. By a friend. On WhatsApp. After the usual generic greetings that often elicit varying degrees of answers (from both parties), all bordering between half truths and lukewarm lies, he asked me this probing question. Too probing for his nature actually, which made me smile. The tables had turned and I was the unwilling participant behind the HD screen typing away vague statements and fake emoticons that do not truly mimic my true facial expression. I smiled when I realised that I had rubbed off on him – just a little. But, as they say, that’s a story for another day.
Upon reading that question, my mind descended down a rabbit hole, analysing, conjuring, dreaming. How am I really…as a person? Well, I am tired. Tired of life, of friends that don’t add value; of family that remains broken; of trials that never cease. I am exhausted, of reminding myself that it’ll be all right; and that perseverance produces character; or that people don’t always mean to disappoint. I am tired of this world in general. But I am grateful.
Grateful for life, for breath. For food and shelter. That’s something that another friend reminded me via this very useful tool called WhatsApp. No matter what we’re going through, we should be grateful. “Imagine life on an empty stomach” he said. And I knew he was right. Because I have food, a home, and an education and so much more than so many in this world. And so, I am tired but grateful. It’s cliché I know but what can one do? After all, he asked and I answered.
You get the idea…
Till next time,
Sometimes, tragedy makes you appreciate what you have even more.
Why should it be that way though? Should we not be eternally grateful for all that we have? Should we not focus on the present and not the lacking?
A friend of mine recently lost his mother. This made me realize just how lucky I am and that I sometimes take my life for granted. I still have both my parents, I have working limbs, I have food, shelter and clothes on my back. I’m living and breathing. Some people out there have completely heart wrenching lives filled with pain and suffering. In that moment, I reflected on all the times I have complained or said I hate my parents or anything of that sort. In that moment, I was grateful.
Similarly, I had a short conversation with a girl I randomly met the other day. She was in a good mood, I was not. When I asked her exactly how she managed to be in such high spirits she replied: “there are no bad days, just bad moments”. When I asked her if she’s ever had a very bad day, you know the kind where you wake up late in the morning, forget your assignments, spill coffee on your shirt and generally everything goes wrong, she said: “Not really because every morning when I wake there has to be at least one thing I am grateful for”.
So ladies and gentleman, what are you grateful for?
When you wake up tomorrow morning, ask yourself that question. And the day after, and the one after that, and the one after that…
Till next time,
“The sun will come out tomorrow!” ~ Annie
I recently had the pleasure of reading Nelson Mandela’s favourite poem: Invictus by William Ernest Henley. It’s a beautiful piece of literature, understandably why it’s Madiba’s favourite poem. I shall leave you with my favourite lines that popped in my head a few minutes ago, which I thought I would share with you.
“I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”
Have a great week!
TIll next time,
They say laughter is the best medicine but recently, I found out that tears are pretty good healers too. There’s something about the release of tears that’s cathartic. I like to think that that we cry because our emotions are too overwhelming for our bodies to handle so these emotions can only be released through tears.
When you think about it, crying is a form of communication. Babies do it because they don’t know how to talk. It’s their way of saying, ‘there’s something wrong, come fix me!’. For adults, if you cry then you know things are bad. Again, you are communicating that you are experiencing certain emotions that are so overwhelming, rendering you speechless and you end up saying ‘something’s wrong, come fix me’.
I recently had a talk with a friend that was long overdue. We said things that should have been said a long time ago and unearthed feelings that had been buried deep down inside that, I guess we had forgotten and reliving them made us cry like little babies. It was relieving though. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. Like I said: cathartic.
That got me thinking though. What if we had said these things along time ago? What is we had sat down and said straight up that something was going wrong from the beginning of our issues. What if we had communicated immediately we had started seen the warning signs? We could have avoided the hurt that accumulated along the way.
So ladies and gentlemen, what’s the moral of the story? Communication is key. Tell your friend that you don’t like it when she uses you for her own means. Tell your boyfriend that you don’t like it when he says those sneaky underhanded comments that are hurtful. Tell your parents that you think they should spend more time with you. The list could go on and on but I think you get the message 😀 Tell someone what you’re feeling.
Till next time,