The Fixer

B33rFzqCYAIREuFSometimes when the road ahead looks very dark, anxiety levels go up.

That’s when I come to you God to help shed some light.

But if the road I’m taking vele has no street lights then I’m relieved knowing that you are by my side.

I’m taking this knee with this post because I’m also in dire need so my ancestors need to be also involved in this prayer.

Because without them I would be here, and without You they wouldn’t have been.

I light my candles and incense with this update in gratitude of what I already have.

Thank you for our business.

Thank you for our jobs.

Thank you for the shelter you are providing us.

Thank you for the water and lights that we sometimes take for granted.

Thank you for the food we eat.

Our perfect health and the rich relationships we have.

Thank you for the clothes on our backs.

And the large amounts of income that come to us through various sources, with increasing frequency.

All praise goes to you God.

I am bound to make flops along the way.

I just want to thank you for softening the falls.

Thank you for giving me the courage to fail forward.

Because there is no learning without falling. And I need to learn so I can grow to be my better self.

Continue guiding us through to our better self.

Yours in gratitude,

Amen

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How Was Your Average, Perfect Day?

I read a beautiful blog post, shared by my team leader in the work group Whatsapp (how I despise these groups) titled The Perfect Average Day.

Like the English saying, I walked a mile in her shoes.

Or was it her high heels.

It was relatable.

Well written.

I loved it.

But some of my work colleagues didn’t.

Commenting about how she should use the opportunities within her company to better her living conditions.

To better HER perfect, average day.

Another commented about how there’s nothing special about her day since there are others who go through worse.

Another commented on what kind of response did the writer want? Compassion?

In the back of mind I thought, guys…it’s not a competition.

It’s not about compassion.

Why the hostility?

Is it shame, or embarrassment?

Having some parts of your life displayed like that for all to see, maybe making you feel intimidated?

Or was it because it was a woman who wrote that story?

Did she struck a cord maybe?

This was because I believed she wrote that just to share a part of her life with a receptive audience.

Just because she writes and that’s what writers do.

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No hidden agendas.

Maybe that’s the writer in me talking.

Maybe they are acting this way because it’s one of those photos that don’t make it to their Instagrams.

Because it has no filter.

Too real.

In the world of the Internet, there is no such thing as over sharing.

So instead of pointing out their insecurities, I decided to blog about it here.

I do my best to avoid an argument.

It’s like what this book I’m re-reading says,

“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.”
How To Make Friends and Influence People. 

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa

PS. By the way here’s the link to the blog I’m talking about http://conversationswithaesha.blogspot.co.za/2017/04/the-perfect-average-day.html?m=0

“You Are The Average Of The Top Five People You Spend Most Of Your Time With.” – Jim Rohn 

I don’t think you should deny yourself the release that comes from venting.

But don’t make it a habit.

Otherwise you will lose a lot of your blog readers that way.

Venting identifies the problem.

So now that you have IDed the problem, what’s the solution?

I read some where that some women vent to be heard, not that they are looking for a solution from you.

I think that’s weird, but then again men have a nothing box.

I think that’s weirder.

I’m going off topic again.

What I’m saying is that the things you put in your head will show in the kind of attitude you have.

If your head is in the gutter, then your attitude will stink.

Your attitude is something that might be hard to monitor with all the junk we are surrounded with.

From external influences like the news, TV and shitty friends and family who do more to pull you down than to lift you up.

The environment you’re in plays an important role in your thinking.

And I think, for the most part, you do have control over your environment.

Thank you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

~ Musa

“Let the dead bury their own dead…”

Just want to extend on my Tumblr that the saying that goes “it gets easier with time,”… I don’t know about that hey.

The sting is still there, but maybe not as loud as before.

It’s like sand running through your hands.

She was alive…

…Then she wasn’t.

Followed by my friend’s father.

Then my work colleague.

Death was on a roll that’s for sure.

I think I don’t want to admit that it does get better with time.

Maybe because feeling the pain is evidence that it was real.

Her being with us, being with me.

But eventually there’s going to come a time when I will question whether this pain makes sense any more.

Or if it’s denying me the joy I could be experiencing right now.

But not right now.

~ Musa

PS: But one day I will. Life is too short to be living in the past.

You Ever Saw A Scary Movie?

Making a habit of sidelining your life goals because of how hard achieving them will be is a bad habit.

Rather find yourself within the field that runs hand in hand with what you ultimately want in life, even if at the time the pay isn’t good.

Your initial sacrifices coupled with your desire to achieve and succeed in your life’s passion will eventually pay off.

Living life short selling yourself will only lead to regret in your late years.

Rather live a challenging life fighting for your dreams.

Than a quiet one with no stories to tell your grand kids.

I don’t want to be a boring, poor granddad living with my daughter.

Talk about a scary movie.

I love you.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.

~ Musawenkosi Tsoaela

Raising Your Standards Changes Your Reality

In his book Awaken The Giant Within, Mr Anthony Robbins mentioned how I should raise my standards as part of the process of changing my life for the better.

A point I am beginning to agree with especially with the stench I have to endure on most mornings when I pass through Bree Taxi Rank.

One of two of the major transportation hubs in Johannesburg that offers commutters public transport to various destinations.

It didn’t use to bother me much, the stench of piss, decay, litter, ponds of sewerage I need to skip over…now that I think about it…it should have…

But now that I am reaching a point in my life when things are slowing down and take the time to take in my environment,  I’m getting picky with some of the things my mind gets exposed to.

I am changing what I used to see as acceptable.

And I will work on taking charge of more things in my life and being deliberate on what I exposed myself on a regular basis.

Bree not being one of them.

I am sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musawenkosi Tshoaele