This post is dedicated to all whose dreams have been cut short. By death. By illness. By the misfortunes of life. By ravaging heartbreaks…
It was valentine’s eve. The weather was fair and friendly, but wisps and wafers of cloud were gradually knitting a grey blanket of gloom above Jo’burg as I sat impatiently in a taxi destined for Kempton Park. There was still a little over three hours to the flight but with this traffic-clogged freeway, a journey of 30 minutes could easily be turned into a multi-hour affair here, or elsewhere even, especially if it decided to rain.
More often than not, forgiveness is misunderstood. Forgiveness does not mean accepting what happened. It means accepting that it has happened to you though it was not right. It means you are willing to unshackle your soul from the chains of anger and bitterness. It means not throwing the perpetrator into a cage of wild dogs. So now, what should you do about it?
Random thoughts along the road called life.
Why, when, where and how do you build a durable foundation for your relationship? Here are the answers.
Come to think of it. If there’s anything you achieved last year, it wasn’t even among your resolutions, and if it was, it’s purely coincidental. Or not. Because some people actually make and achieve their New Year’s resolutions. Except that they don’t wake up on the first day of the year with a hangover and draft their ambitions. They follow a game plan, a smart strategy that works. Here’s how to go about it.
“There are four things in this life that will change you. Love, music, art, and loss. The first three will keep you wild and full of passion. May you allow the last to make you brave.”
‘It’s a strange feeling, loving someone. It can be so sad sometimes. Even sadder than death, I think. Love is something we’ll never really understand. We can open our eyes to death, and feel that it’s real. We can watch it happen right in front of us, and we can accept it, even though it isn’t always easy. But love isn’t like that. Love makes us weak and desperate. Love kills parts of us we never even knew we had.’
All hopes and dreams of seeing your small blaze grow into a bonfire surrounded by cackling souls united and excited by the beautiful glow have been trashed…
But now he knew best. That a boy child’s life is like an improvised explosive device that lies quietly and unwarily in wait of the perfect time to cause mayhem—manhood.