Solitary of My Own Mind

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So I have been saying to a friend that I haven’t written here in a while. I feel as if I’ve had a writers block for years. I don’t know if that is the case or am I too afraid to see my thoughts strung into sentences before my eyes; which would affirm my slow but gradual slip into the dark world we call Insanity. 2014 has been a roller coaster for me. Not like any other year has been smooth but this year just seems especially taxing. And sometimes I blame it on my soft heart but then again, I would not be me without it. I find comfort in that fact that some people know me and can tell me like an open book, even to the points of where my soul is like a melody on their lips. It’s been a while since I let people touch those parts of me or if ever. 

And it’s amazing that sometimes, the people who are so wrong, so tainted and so unassuming make the best shoulders to cry on. But I want to leave this all, cause comfort for me has always been disastrous. You get comfortable, you feel whole and then you’re broken once again. And when I’m broken, I lose who I am and that search to find those pieces is never an easy one. And if I leave, I believe that it would be the betterment for everyone. “But above all, I wish for your happiness, even though I am aware you require my absence to find it.” and that is just it.

Making someone your relief and happiness could be the greatest disadvantage. Because you depend on their touch, their kiss and their gaze to ignite the fires deep inside you, to keep it burning and keep you alive and when that is at risk of going away, you panic. You hold onto every memory without realizing that it’s far too late to save what was never yours. Sometimes, I wish, even regret events in my life but then again, I don’t, because I’ve never felt this broken or this whole ever.  

And the truth with these situations is, you’ll always be a apart of the story but you’re never apart of the climatic chapter. And I’ve never wanted to be part of the climatic chapter because that would be under the guise of falling in love. But this isn’t a story of infatuation or wanting to hold someone captive to be only yours. It’s pure unconditional love. Love, not for the way you look, or the money you have, but for the way I feel when I’m kissed or looked upon, it’s those 2am conversations that let me know that I’m understood, it’s those fights that make me cry because it means something. It’s something of the soul recognizing solace in another. It’s a feeling of complete that I’ve never known before.

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"If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual."

-(via these-greatexpectations)

(Source: the-taintedtruth)

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"You don’t kiss someone by puckering your lips. You see someone and you remember why you desire them. Your sympathetic nervous system quickens your pulse, your frontal lobe lowers your inhibition, and you NEED to kiss them. It happens all at once. We’re impulsive and compulsive, that’s how the brain works."

-Derek Shepherd (via cherbear927)

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From the eyes of a ‘Born-Free’.

Today, I feel it is my duty as a South African, as a child born into the democratic South Africa and thus deemed ‘Born-Free’ and mainly as a human being to bid farewell to a formidable soul, Mr. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela. I could go about giving you a lesson on South Africa history as it was drummed into us at school level. Empty words like ‘freedom fighter’, ‘hero’ and ‘son of the soil’ where thrown at us and we never truly understood what they meant, but we just studied it to gain those extra marks in the exam.

I can go back to 2 or 3 years ago where I went along with my father to the airport, where I ran off to a book shop and my father handed me this rather large book ‘The Long Walk to Freedom.’. At that time, as a 16 year old teenager, South African history felt like somewhat of a bore to me and I could never understand my fathers intense fascination with this former president.

But after being thrown into the real world this year, attending university in a free South Africa, I could see the resonance of apartheid among the people in my class. Some of rather disadvantaged backgrounds, others from the complete opposite and others there because of the quota system implemented to redress the wrongs of the past. And I do understand that I may be affected by these quota’s negatively in my life but it makes me ponder on the fact:

What if Nelson Mandela decided at one stage in this fight of freedom that it was enough? Where would I be now?’

The truth is I may never have existed at all. My parents being of two different race groups in the South Africa definition, I am a ‘coloured’ child, being that my father is Indian and my mother is mixed raced could never marry under apartheid rule. So to a certain extent, I owe Nelson Mandela and these freedom fighters my existence.

Well, I am side tracking a bit but yes. As a teenager, I never understood it, but as a read more and saw more and just felt this pulse of South Africa, I understood the suffering, the pain and the sigh of relief the people of South Africa felt in 1994. I can never say that I can sympathize with the people who lived throughout the struggle but I can truly empathize. My words are, the only way I can describe my words are by the use of an Afrikaans poem I had learned in my final matric year at school, Woorde by Vincent Olifant:

my woorde het nie die krag

om bose magte tot ‘n val te bring nie

my woorde kan bloot sing

my woorde is nie ‘n dak

om onder te skuil nie

my woorde is swak

my woorde kan nie keer

dat ons die kromme note haal nie

my woorde is kaal

Which basically translates to the fact that my words are weak and they have no power, they are naked. In that sense, my words could never put to page the true meaning of this mans existence to my country and it’s people. He is a true inspiration, a great soul and someone worth calling a role model. A person who truly was the epitome of the world ‘selfless’. 

I felt truly inspired by Helen Zilla, the leader of the opposition party, The Democratic alliance, when she said today:

"We all belong to the South African family – and we owe that sense of belonging to Madiba. That is his legacy. It is why there is an unparalleled outpouring of national grief at his passing. It is commensurate with the contribution he made to our country.

"Through his humility, moral conviction and bold leadership, Madiba gave us a gift for which we, and successive generations will be forever grateful. He gave us his vision of a free and inclusive South Africa and the unwavering belief that such a society could be achieved in his lifetime.

"He was, quite simply, the greatest South African that ever lived. We shall never see his like again. Let all South Africans join hands as we mourn Madiba’s passing and celebrate his life. Let us re-affirm his values and recapture his spirit in all we do,"

With that, I would like to say, farewell, Tata, may your soul truly rest in peace, you will be missed dearly and you will forever live in our hearts.

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'cause I just felt like I needed a selfie

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