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Why do we beat ourselves up about small things?
We tend to focus on the bad things that we have done. The extra cream puff we ate, the 2nd glass of cooldrink we sneaked, the porn we watched when we felt alone. The ugly thoughts we sometimes have towards other people. The cigarette you puffed away when you have been telling people you quit.
These are fleeting things. Mistakes, yes, but fleeting.
Shouldn’t we rather look past these and see the beauty within us? Our sense of humour, our love for animals, our giving ways and our hearts?
Aren’t those things more important?
We tend to break our selves down over mistakes, but we don’t build ourselves up over the good things we do.
Just for today, when you do something good, give yourself a pat on the shoulder and smile!
You are a nice person, no matter your mistakes!
You are a worthy person, no matter your intentions!
You are loved, no matter the circumstances!
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Friday night I spent a wonderful evening with friends at an open-air concert. We enjoyed the music, the wonderful evening, the full(ish) moon and our friendships. We laughed a lot, sang a lot and we realised how wonderful it is to spend this time with people you love and enjoy.
One of my friends invited a colleague of her as well and she brought her 2 sons along. Her oldest is nearly deaf and uses 2 earpieces to navigate in the world of the hearing.
He is absolutely crazy about music, especially Afrikaans music. Every now and then, he would jump up, give this huge smile, clap and sing along, even though the loudness of the bass hurt his ears.
We all enjoyed ourselves…until someone started complaining about him jumping up and “blocking” their view. After about the 2nd or 3rd time, something inside me snapped. Without saying a word, I stood up. And I just stood. I listened to the music, but I stood.
I wish people would realise that this world is not just about them! I wish people would be more like that boy! That they would enjoy life and all its moments. That they would jump up when they love something.
Eventually, all of us stood up. We stood for him. We stood for life. We stood for something. It felt good.
And all I did was stood.
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Old Soul, young spirit
I started this blog a couple of weeks ago already, thinking of something a friend of mine said many years ago: You have an old soul.
I felt insulted! How can it be? I am only 25 (then), still naive and only just exploring the world.
Since then, I have realized that it was a huge compliment.
Old souls see things differently.  They colour the world with different glasses. Knows that there is hope, no matter how bad things can get.  Old souls are also loners.  They love company, but they also have a good time alone.  They read prolifically. They notice things others don’t. They are intuitive, creative and passionate. They travel differently. They live a different life.
But what do you do when your soul is old and your spirit is young?
When you pull faces when you are alone.  Moo at the cows on the side of the road. Laugh like a crazy person until you cry or dance in the rain?  When you cry at Bambi and laugh at Saw 100?  When you indulge yourself in ice cream in the middle of the night and watch Harry Potter movies on the pop-up channel from start to finish!
I am a contradiction in terms.  I can be serious, I can be silly, sometimes in the same sentence.
But you know what?
That is ok. I am ok. I am more than ok!
I am an old soul, with a young spirit!
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Gun my ‘n plekkie op die pad…
Elke oggend, wanneer ek in verkeer sit, is dit dieselfde roete, dieselfde rooi ligte, geboue en selfs dieselfde bestuurders… Wel, dieselfde tipe bestuurders.
Hulle gun jou nie ‘n plekkie op die pad nie.  Sodra jy sien daar is ‘n groot genoeg gaping om van baan te wissel en jy, getroue burger wat die reëls van die pad nakom wat jy is, skakel jou flikkerlig aan (want jy het een, jy het daarvoor betaal en ten minste weet jy hoe joune werk!) en woerts, daar sit Meneer of Mevrou voet in die hoek en maak die spasie toe, net sodat jy nie kan inkom nie.  Hulle gun jou nie daai plekkie in die pad nie.
Nes ons ook nie ander mense ‘n plekkie in die son gun nie.  Ons wil ne hê mense moet beter wees as ons nie. Ons wil nie hê dat hulle meer suksesvol, gelukkiger, mooier, maerder, slimmer of beter moet wees as ons nie.
Ons praat met venyn van hulle; kry lekker as hulle misluk of seerkry. Bespreek hulle by ander, maak hulle af as onbeduidend.
En tog, wanneer ons ‘n oomblik stilstaan/stilsit, gaan ons besef daar is ander wat oor ons voel soos ons oor ons “vyande”.  Wat dieselfde aan ons doen. Wat ons ook verwens.
Hoekom is dit so moeilik om vir ander dieselfde geluk toe te wens as wat jy vir jouself wil hê?
Gun my asseblief ‘n stukkie van die pad!
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Old Soul, young spirit
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