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Master the art of Humbleness

The art of being a humble person is an art that needs practice every day. All the provocations of this world we live in can sometimes take a grip on you without you realizing that you are in trouble of being drawn in. Drawn in to something you never thought you could be drawn into. How do we stay focused every day and keep on moving forward if there is so many things  and even people that wants to pull you back down?

Living at the cost of fearing to lose. Fearing to lose what you love, what you need and even what you enjoy. In my day to day work I meet people that sometimes lose everything they own in a moment not even controlled by them. In a moment where they are so vulnerable and never expected it. Some people lose property, some lose loved ones and others their dignity. No matter what the lost, it imposes fear among us that deprive us of allot of joy and freedom in our lives. Fear that can control the person you ought to be. Fear that takes away the ability to be the mere humble person you are. Fear that can destroy you in a way that living is no longer living and joy is a mere feeling of desire not destined for you. And having this fear in you can hold you back. Hold you back so much that you are not you anymore.

I found that positive thinking helps initiating positive action. To try and overcome fear and live a happier life, you sometimes have to let go of negativity and just keep focused on what is positive. If you gather more and more positive thoughts, it tends to turn to positive energy and turns you into the person you so long to be. All of us want to be good. All of us want to be happy. All of us can be like that if we can master the art of humbleness. Learn to strive for positivity in life and you will defeat the fear of this world. Be strong, be great, but remain humble as far as you can.

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Stilte na die storm

Ek het al baie gehoor dat iemand praat van die stilte na die storm. Spreekwoordelik word die uitdrukking gebruik na ’n moeilike tyd of bakleiery wat net ewe skielik stop en alles is verby. Dit is dan ’n tyd waar jy terug kyk na alles wat gebeur het en net bly is als is verby. Op daardie stadium is dit waar jy moet begin alles weer bymekaarsit en regstel wat deur die storm vernietig is. Wel, ek sit nou so en dink aan die verloop van my lewe. Ek dink ook terug aan al die dinge waardeur ek gegaan het en na waar ek nou vandag staan. Ek dink ek kan amper sê dat my lewe ook maar baie stormagtig was en met tye as ek gedink het die wind gaan nou lê, dan tel dit maar net weer op en die verwoesting gaan aan. So ook het ek in hierdie storm geleer om skuiling te kry en te oorleef. Die storm wat so aan gewoed het, kon my nie breek nie en ek het oorleef. Die storm het my sterk gemaak. So ook het die storm bedaar na ’n baie lang tydperk. Ek kon daarna weer terug kyk na alles wat voor my lê en rustigheid ondervind. So ook het ek bietjie vir bietjie begin om die skade wat die storm veroorsaak het te herstel. Ek het myself gevind, weer begin skryf en hardloop en net myself weer opgebou na die persoon wat ek wou wees. So ook na elke storm lê daar bome, takke en blare die wêreld vol. Dit is dan wat jy maar moet begin skoonmaak en alles weer mooimaak en op hul plek kry. Die tyd waar jy weer kan begin droom oor hoe dit kan lyk. Dan so terwyl jy al die gemors begin skoonmaak, kom jy op ’n punt waar jy weer lewe sien. Een blommetjie of blaartjie wat die storm oorleef het en soos wat die son dan nou uitkom begin blom en ’n teken van lewe en hoop gee. Ek voel tans het ek nou daardie teken van lewe gesien. Ek is vir ’n oomblik rustig, het soveel vrede en staar net in bewondering na die teken van nuwe lewe. Dit is so in ’n oomblik waar jy nie verwag het om lewe te sien nie en dan ewe skielik is dit daar voor jou. Dit is ’n oomblik wat jy besef, alles gaan weer goed wees. Jy maak alles om die blommetjie skoon. Gee water en versorg die blommetjie en bewonder dit dan dag na dag soos wat dit begin groei en mooier en mooier raak met tyd. Op daardie oomblik kry jy werklik weer motivering om die blommetjie in ’n blomtuin te verander. Dit is iets wat nie oornag kan gebeur nie en met tyd, geduld en omgee sal die blomtuin geskep word. So ook met die kennis van die storm wat alles voorheen vernietig het, kan jy dan ook nou reg voor bery en die nodige skuiling en beskerming bou sodat as daar weer ’n storm moet kom, jou blomtuin beskermd sal wees en geen storm ooit weer dit kan vernietig nie. Ons as mens gaan deur die lewe en daar gebeur baie dinge met ons. Ek het al baie mense uit moedeloosheid hoor sê, maar hoekom gebeur al die dinge met my? Hoekom kan dit nie net vir ’n slag goed gaan met my nie? Ek dink ek self het ook al baie so gevoel, maar as ek nou so tot die besef kom dat as gevolg van alles wat gebeur het, kan ek nou opreg die goeie dinge in my lewe waardeur. Ek sal weet om dit wat ek nou het te versorg en goed op te pas. Ek gaan die nodige kennis hê om dit wat ek nou kry te versorg en op te pas en te beskerm teen die storms daar buite. Die stilte na die storm is nie noodwendig die mooiste oomblik in jou lewe nie, maar dit is moontlik die begin tot ’n nuwe hoofstuk in jou lewe waar jy half van vooraf kan begin om alles reg te maak en op te bou, selfs beter as wat dit voorheen was voor die storm. En dan, as jy daardie eerste teken van lewe weer sien dan weet jy, alles gaan weer goed wees. Daar is altyd hoop. Wees sterk in die tye waar storms woed en gebruik elke oomblik om kennis op te bou in jou lewe. Weet dat die storm weer sal oorgaan en jy stilte sal vind. Gebruik dan die kennis wat jy gekry het om in hierdie stilte te herbou en dan as jy daardie teken van lewe sien, gee jou alles om dit te bewaar. Ek hoop dat my lewe, my skryfwerk en drome nog vele meer mense sal inspireer in die lewe. Ek hoop dat ek dalk ook vir iemand wat tans ’n storm beleef bietjie hoop kan gee. Wees sterk want daar is ’n doel met alles in die lewe.

 

Die Regte Pad

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Waarheen vat die lewe ons dag na dag? Ek wonder soms in watse rigting om in te gaan. Ons jaag party dae soveel doelwitte na en probeer ons beste om bo uit te kom, maar is bo die regte plek om te wees vir ons? Is dit lekker om daar bo te wees of lyk dit maar net lekker daar? Hulle sê die hoogste bome vang die meeste wind…

Ek het nou die laaste paar weke ernstig tyd aan my hardloop spandeer. Om een of ander rede het ek net verder en verder begin hardloop en ook meer gereeld. Ek kry soms in die middel van die dag net die guur om te wil gaan hardloop. Dalk jaag iets my dat ek so hardloop, of dalk soek ek na iets en geniet die dink tyd op die pad. Dit is verbasend waaraan mens kan dink as jy so hardloop. Soms droom jy drome en ander tye dink jy aan die dag se gebeure. Daar op die pad is dit net jy en die pad en elke opdraand het sy eie vereistes wat sy tol op jou bene eis. Soms is dit maar ’n groot stryd wat binne jou aan die gang is om die eindpunt te haal. Party dae is dit maklik om te hardloop en ander dae voel dit of daar gom onder jou skoene is en dit swaar is om jou bene op te tel. So ook verander die hardloop jou gemoed heeltemal. As ek kwaad is hardloop ek om van my woede ontslae te raak. As ek gelukkig is, gaan hardloop ek omdat ek dit geniet om te hardloop. As ek moeg is hardloop ek om weer krag te kry en so gaan ek net aan.

Ek dink nou een dag soos wat ek hardloop ook nou daaraan dat ek nie werklik weet waarheen ek in die lewe op pad is nie. Ja, ek het baie belangstellings en stokperdjies en as ek iets aanpak volhard ek daarin. Ek is mal oor die natuur en geniet die buitelug, maar so ook hou ek van skryf en musiek en kan ook ’n hele dag binnehuis spandeer. Ek neem graag foto’s en speel kitaar. Daar is min dinge in die lewe wat ek nie kan doen nie, of nie kan leer om te doen nie. Waar hou mens dan op? Wanneer besluit mens dat jy nou genoeg goed het om te doen? Ek weet nie, want as ek myself kry, so besig as wat ek reeds is, pak ek weer iets nuuts aan. Net soos wat ek hardloop na die eindpunt op die pad, so gebeur dit ook met alles wat ek in die lewe aanpak. Ek het net ’n ontsettende sterk dryfkrag agter my wat ek nie werklik weet waar dit vandaan kom nie. Met al hierdie dinge wat aangaan voel ek tog nog steeds verdwaald en sonder rigting. Dit bly vir my voel dat ek kan beter en dat daar ’n ander rigting is waarheen die lewe my wil vat, maar ek kry dit nie. Ek is blind in die opsig dat ek nie kan sien wat die toekoms behels nie. Daar is soveel opsies en dinge om te begin doen en plekke om heen te gaan, maar soms is ek bang ek gaan in ’n verkeerde rigting in. Mens wil nie iets doen wat jy dalk oor ’n paar jaar besef jy het ’n fout gemaak en dan kan jy nie weer oor begin waar jy was voor die tyd nie. Voor begin is nie maklik nie en dit kan ek van getuig.

So hardloop en skryf ek dan nou maar saam, op soek na rigting, drome en die pad. Die pad wat ek moet vat om my lewe op koers te hou. Die pad na ’n eindbestemming wat die moeite werd sal wees en waar ek kan terug kyk oor my lewe en gerus voel dat dit ’n goeie lewe was. Soms as mens by ’n nuwe afdraai punt kom op die pad, is mens bang omrede jy nie weet wat voor op die pad wag nie. Mens is ook bang jy vat verkeerde afdraaie en jy kom nie by jou eindbestemming aan nie. Tog help dit nie om bang deur die lewe te wil gaan nie. Mens moet die vrese wat jy in jou het oorkom en die pad aandurf so goed as wat jy kan.

Elke tree vorentoe is ’n tree in die regte rigting. Dit sal net soveel makliker gewees het as mens meer van die toekoms kon weet. Tog kan ek droom, doelwitte stel en nastreef wat ek kan. Ek hoop werklik net dat my dag na dag se soeke na iets asemrowend sal  lei.

Answering my Fears

Once again after a long weekend of intensified self examination, I came to the decisive conclusion that my soul ached so wrathfully for. It was a moment that I just stopped everything I was doing, thinking, and trying to find, and I just knew what comes next. Ripostes… The answers was not far. It was there all along. I had it within me, but out of distressing fear for the truth, I enclosed it.

Taking of the mask that covers our fears, is sometimes not easy, especially if you yourself did not realise that you had it on. I thought I could be the person I used to be, or the person I lost to be many years back, but why? Why did I want to be that person if I have gained so much more experience out of life, that I can be an even better person than in the past? Yes I’ve seen bad things. I’ve done wrong things, but I have learned so much out of everything, that I can be a remarkable new person, that can stretch for and achieve greatness. I’ve grown, I have developed, I found strength that no one else could find. I climbed a mountain of inner emotions and I have rivalled against forces within. The outcome, a man of veracity. A man that can stand on his own not being upheld by the false pivotal edifices that this world pushes in from beneath.

I have realised today that you should be the person that you want to be, and that you should not have to explain yourself to anyone within this world. If what you believe in and feel like being, is honourable and not out of line to humanity, then you have the right to follow the path that you dream off. Don’t become so afraid of living that you only take on some of your dreams and tells yourself the rest is not destined for you, because how will you know if you’ve never even tried. As I am actually answering myself here, I dearly hope that I am also giving answers to another out there. I know that sometimes it can be lonely living with a mask on your face. A mask that can hide your emotions and the real you. The saddest thing of all, is that we ourselves decides to put these masks on. We are the ones that want to hide and it is all due to fear. Fear of our own dreams, our own capabilities, and most of all our own desires.

I had a fear in me of something. I knew the fear. I’ve fed the fear with my lack of controlling it. I can name it now and I am not ashamed to. I feared that I was not good enough. I feared that I was not good enough to stand next to another in this world. Why? I don’t know. I think that the fear became a reality when I mentioned my fear to a friend. It became even more clearer to me when I started writing about it, and read my own words back to myself.

I really hope that one day, someone in need of answers like me, would read my words and find the answers they also longed to find from within. Never stop believing in yourself. Never let anyone tell you that you are not good enough, even if it is your inner conscious that speaks. Some adroit people used to say that you should always listen to that little voice in your head and that it is always right. My conclusion is that if you have fear in you, that little voice in your head, might also be speaking out of fear and you will be deemed to become weak. Don’t be afraid to just sometimes tell that little voice your insight of life. If the voice tells you that you can not do it, show that you can. If that voice tells you that you are not good enough, lift up your chin and take the first step back into this world.

Remember one thing, and even if it is the only thing you remember, that will be enough to help you through. If you yourself don’t think you are good enough, how do you expect the world to think you are good enough…

Thank You

Sometimes we live our lives in a way that we just go on and on, day by day, not actually caring about the small insignificant happenings that come to form part of our lives. The people around us that actually overhauls us, little by little, bit by bit, but we are so busy searching for other more important things that we neglect to take notice. And when one don’t notice, how can one appreciate? Our lives became a hectic blast that so often moves us at a pace where the smallest and most sincere gestures by another is unheeded.

When I sit here today, all alone by myself, I’m thinking back over time that conceded. Time that passed that I can never get back. Times where I should have said thank you, but neglected to. All those thank you moments that are lost and can never be taken back, and saying it now would not matter as it did at that time it was destined for.

Did you know that a simple thank you has more supremacy in it than ever imagined. The word thank you can change the future. The word thank you is so powerful, it was once said by someone that the mere articulating of it, can move the greatest mountains in your way. Why then do we neglect the simple but so humble words. It is only two small words that can bring a smile about. It can let someone feel appreciated. It can uplift the one person that might feel so helpless and inconsequential at a certain time. Yes that two word have more power to it than any curse vocalised over a soul.

I am thankful for this day, and every day to come in my life. I am thankful for my ability to see, to feel, to take notice of the so often overlooked things to be grateful for. I am thankful for those two word, not only taught to me by parents that loves me in profusion, but for those two words that have became part of my daily lexis.

I hope that I can now also by simply  giving this thoughts through to you, the person that bothered to read this editorial, also make you understand these two words better. And then without further deferral, I also like to thank you. Thank you for taking a small part of your time to read what I have to say. I hope that through time, my writing can also form part of a healing process. Healing people, healing nations, but most of all, healing our world…

FIGHT OF LIFE

With the utmost grace and style he glides across the floor. Rhythmical movements that are paced out in the patterns of an exotic dance movement. Strike after strike, focused consistently to the objective. He mimics the flow of water as he strides around his opponent. The cage that surround him is like a lions den. A place you do not enter willingly if it’s not home…

This is the life of a fighter. This is the moment he lives for and trains for day after day. What seems to be a senseless battle to the outsider, is actually a journey of discovering endless possibilities. It is a pursuit for the inner self in a persons soul that will give him the comfort of control. Not to control oneself neither another, but control of movement that can only be unleased after months of self-discovery and pushing past the capable boundaries of ones physical ability. Hard and dedicated work comes together all in a moment, where a display of power to the spectator, becomes a test of ability to the fighter. Every strike carefully directed to a direction with the right amount of control and gravity behind it. Muscles in his body contracting and expanding at the same time, joints turning to cover extension and perfect balance to bring forth the damaging blow of a knockout. Consistently moving around, not a moment to spare for a breath. This is a test of the ultimate art. A art known for survival under the strong, admired by the weak. Practiced among thousands, mastered by few. Continue reading “FIGHT OF LIFE”