Some things are just too heartbreaking to write about.
But in it’s own way writing can be healing.
He’s every where now…pun unintended.
On the TV.
Even as I type this in the taxi back to town from Randburg, the driver is opting to play some Phil Collins (that “one more night” song) as opposed to hearing struggle songs or radio DJs asking people, the nation, to share their thoughts on his passing.
It was an eventuality what hard to accept.
Such are the stages of moaning.
That’s one example of a man who didn’t die with his book still in him.
“Death is something inevitable.
When a man has done what he considers to be his duty to his people and his country, he can rest in peace.
I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity.”
~ Nelson Mandela
What I have noticed in life is that if whatever you are focusing now is not making you happy, then some way, some how you pull in more of the things that will make you even more unhappy.
So your current situation is a temporary one…depending on what you focus on.
But sometimes it’s not easy.
Especially when all that you can think about is how shitty things are for you.
So turn your focus to one sole goal of you thinking of that one better feeling thought…
What can you tell yourself or what can you think about that will take your focus away from how bad things are, to how better things can be for you.
Seek for that better feeling thought.
And then another one.
And another one.
Until you become almost indifferent about your current temporary challenges because you are focusing all your attention and actions to improving it.
I love you.
Please forgive me.
~ Musawenkosi Tshoaele