There are many ways to look at life. This week has probably been one of the worst weeks, not only for South Africa as a whole, but also personally. I have been attacked for something I did not do and the country is probably at it’s lowest in a long time.
Starting with the State of Nation address that was supposed to happen last night. So much has been said that I don’t think anything I say will add to that. Also, let’s face it, as a white South African that voted DA, does it really matter what I say anyway? I have a great local councilor who does great work, keeps me safe, keeps my community well-off and happy. What more could I ask for?
Nationally, the country is a laughing stock, We have officially joined those countries that we used to laugh about. Those countries where parliament members punch, fight and hit. It’s a joke. Enough said.
Personally, I am at a crossroads. That’s the thing to write. It’s wrong though. A crossroads implied three ways to travel. What’s bigger than that? One of those amazing traffic intersections that one sees on the internet. I will find a picture for you.
I am there. A little car in a massive intersection.
Where do I go from here? That leads me to my opening line. There are many ways to look at life.
I can curl into a little ball and cry.
I can moan about everything and how unfair life is.
I can hate everyone that has put me in this position.
I can bemoan the poor state of the country and the limited opportunities I have.
I can go out and change the World.
I am going with the last one.
Why must I do what someone else tells me to do? I have been to the army, I did that, I hated it.
Join me on this journey of changing the world one little bit at a time.
It’s not going to be easy. It’s not going to be free. But I can tell you one thing, it’s going to be the wildest ride you have ever been on.
Let’s do it!