Over the last 18 months, I’ve only ever felt hurt by South Africans twice. Interestingly, the wounding came at the hands of white South Africans and both times, it was because of my nationality. Both times, I did not know the people, truly.
I have no say over my nationality and they have no governance over theirs. So why treat someone spitefully because of it? This is MY country, my president, my pain, my history, my land. Geographical boundaries--seems a strange determiner of friendship; of human bonds.
Tuesday 31 December 2013
Tuesday 3 December 2013
On Being Seen
To be seen. That's really what I want, isn't it? To be seen, to be felt. I have spent too many years living on the circumference of life, being busy. Or being seen as being busy, therefore important. Nonsense. This busyness is a disguise to keep people from looking deeper. I cover up what I do not know, because I myself do not know. I have been afraid to look, for fear that I won't see anything worthwhile.
Now I see dimly. I'm beginning to see more fully. I see that I camouflage myself so that my true, transendent spirit does not come to light. Those in my circles would not approve of my true spirit thoughts and dreams. So I disguise them, and myself.
Now I see dimly. I'm beginning to see more fully. I see that I camouflage myself so that my true, transendent spirit does not come to light. Those in my circles would not approve of my true spirit thoughts and dreams. So I disguise them, and myself.
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