Take a look at what Social Media does with the work of a passionate photographer... They share and relate
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Take a look at what Social Media does with the work of a passionate photographer... They share and relate
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There is something very special about joining a group of people cheering on a team representing your country. Even those who really don't know when to cheer get goosebumps. Togetherness is something that one cannot put a price on. This morning many in our country stood together to watch the Semi final of the cricket World Cup. I was sending Louis live updates of the score from needing 44 runs off 27 balls to needing 5 runs off 2, when New-Zealand hit a 6 and won. I'm not a pro and wont watch cricket highlights in my spare time, but I will get off my bum or pay for a ticket to stand together and cheer our guys on. What is it about our human nature that makes us proud to belong? I am proudly South African. If we ever come across groups that are spending time and making effort to make our country a better place for the people in it to live happy, and we do not share and take part, then we are actively doing nothing to better our own future. If your happy sitting at home complaining, then you must also be happy knowing that it wont get better, and that reality of yours is a glimpse into your future. Live for the reality you want, not the reality you have. Inspire. Help. Give. Build! MY THEME SONGS FOR THIS MESSAGE: Sometimes you just need to spend a day unwinding watching episode after episode of your favorite series.
Eating bowl after bowl of cereal. bundled up in rolls after rolls of blankets. I thought I was onto something there. I'll stop now. Take a moment to realize and appreciate the beauty of the truth of these lyrics. Then let the tune lift your spirits. When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty, will I be rich Here's what she said to me. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be. When I was young, I fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day Here's what my sweetheart said. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours, to see Que Sera, Sera What will be, will be. This morning I drove to work with many things on my mind, at-least three of them are reason enough for me to start crying in between robots. But then I took a deep breath and walked into the office singing "Oh what a beautiful morning" And now you can whack on a smile when you realize that Wolverine is singing the old Kellogg's song to you (and some imaginary cattle). Its never too late or too early to realize that it's a decision to be happy. You cannot rely on anyone but yourself to really make your heart happy. Any friends or family who do that for you in addition are a gift from heaven.
What is it about human nature or about the individual that makes us feel the need to be special?
I walk around in the streets to work or buying my boss' lunch and I smile at random people or just say 'hi'. When they smile back at me I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside and I think "I just made their day." Getting a bright smile from a random stranger on a hard day must be uplifting, right? But what makes one single person special from any other to makes anyone else's day. Why is it worth it to make someones day? There are millions of someones out there who wouldn't care in the slightest if I were smiling at a lamp post. I'm ranting and not making sense. What I'm trying to say is, who am I to think that I can change the world? Why do I still believe in hope and goodness and change when there is so much to disprove it each day? Why am I such a firm believer in living your dreams? 3 hours later: What I'm trying to say is; who is anyone to think that they are special over anyone else, and therefore that they deserve to be treated with respect, or that they deserve effort. Who is anyone to say that they deserve to be treated better, or that they WANT better. If you have good, why would you be so selfish as to want better? If you have a job that pays you enough to break even each month, why would you want more, to be able to save up and buy more earthly things? If you are in a relationship, why would you want to receive special treatment when your being treated just fine already. What is it about the human nature that makes us want and want. Why is good not good enough? My father and I have had long philosophical chats about the fundamental racial clashes we experience in our country each day. We identified that traditionally, Africans live for survival and Europeans live for self-preservation. I don't know how told the Europeans that they were worthy being preserved over any one else, but according to Africa's history that may must have been a popular mindset.
How this relates to me today is that I'm at a point where I have to make an active decision each day to enjoy living the mindless-city-routine-desk-job-life in order to make some money, but really... "Civilized" Europe had something valuable to learn from the "savage" Africans before colonialism... Matthew 6:25-26Good News Translation (GNT) 25 “This is why I tell you: do not be worried about the food and drink you need in order to stay alive, or about clothes for your body. After all, isn't life worth more than food? And isn't the body worth more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds: they do not plant seeds, gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren't you worth much more than birds? ![]() So I wake up in the mornings, get dressed and walk up the street to catch the bus. 10min bus ride to the Cape Quarter, I usually read on the bus. In the last while my biggest expense has become food. I hop off the bus, run across the road and often times buy fresh fruit and yoghurt at the lovely spar we have here. I have breakfast in the office, at my desk mostly. I check my mails and get the day going. I answer the phone with that annoying voice. I update databases, collect and compare quotes, arrange couriers, book flights. Check flights in. During the first week of the year I had some spare time and decided to redo our office blackboards. Two walls in the pingpong room are painted with chalkboard paint, and I seized the opportunity for a creative outlet. Now the walls are pretty and I have tidied up the office to an extent where my colleges have begun to revolt against all the change. I don't like wastes space and materials. I like tidy. The best thing I can do for myself throughout the day is to listen to good music. Last night, on my way to the bus stop after work I heard the song: Where do you go to my lovely playing at the corner restaurant: Villa Mia. I love that song, so I searched it this morning. Youtube gave me this marvelous mix which has lasted me all day. There are some odd balls here and there, but mostly I was struggling not to start singing out loud today. Appreciate the classics. It may turn simple days into singing days. |
AuthorJana is a standard version of the 21st century human who wants to know what the cup is made of and who is putting what into it, never mind if its half full or half empty. Also, may we paint flowers on the cup? Archives
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