I’ve finally learnt that life is not about getting all the answers you want but about enjoying the process of thinking about them.
Why is it that I thought that every aspect of my life needed to be so meaningful? So serious? So life-alteringly complex. Some moments are just moments. Just there to be lived in. Enjoyed. Made fun of.
This week I’ve been thinking about living in America vs. my childhood in South Africa. The fundamental difference – The American Dream.
I mean also…location, mentality, just about almost everything… but lets focus on the American Dream, shall we?
When I got that tattoo, dude I realised that the opinions of others over my own body are worthless. I’m marked now with a permanent fixture that reflects back so much love and understanding…
I’ve been thinking about how people we’ve cared about – people we’ve chosen – have the power to change our minds and indeed our lives. Here is a love letter to those people who’ve changed mine.
Now don’t get me wrong – I am not a garbage heap of a person – but I recognise that there are parts about myself that are not necessarily conducive to my own happiness. So they have to go. Or I need to get better at dealing with them.
Or accept them altogether.
I think a common idea that springs up for most twenty somethings these days (at least I hope so because otherwise I’m an absolute outlier), is the thought of what we actually want out of this existence. Not like expensive cars or nice houses, not even having loads of friends and starting a family. IContinue reading “Searching for Who We Are”
I started in Africa. I’ve come so far since then. In what way do our beginnings shape who we become?