Tuesday, 7 February 2017

Sometimes

Sometimes, not doing is the real peace
Choosing to stay silent
Remain Calm
And watch as he tries to walk all over you

Sometimes, opting to claim your peace
Doesn't make you selfish
Doesn't make you heartless
And doesn't make you lonely

Sometimes, your peace is more important
Than an argument that will carry storms
An argument that causes more pain than solution
An argument designed to start your day off on a bad note

Sometimes, realizing your peace
Is in your silence
In your comfort
In your safe place

Because peace cannot be given to you, it is yours to take. Because when it is written "Peace, be still", what it means to stay is be still and find peace. Go deep within yourself and lay your warm heart with a layer of protection. Ensure your heart isn't reached by every mishap, or issue. Your heart is sacred, and can only be broken by those you allow close enough to touch it.

Be careful who you let close.


Sunday, 5 February 2017

Adulting


What if I told you that growing up is one big fat lie. You do not automatically gain wisdom. You do not learn to make better decisions based solely on the fact that your age has surpassed twenty-one. Actually, quiet the very opposite.. your reasoning goes to the dogs.

When you thought you are running towards the red and white tape which promised the end of the beginning. That indeed, you do get to get to a place where you can now choose you. Freely and independently. 

I always pictured a beautiful sunny day, warm in a fur blanket, reading a book with a warm cup of coco in my apartment. The apartment shall be furnished in nothing but white and yellow. I pictured a picture perfect apartment with a view that would make your heart stop. Now, I wasn't wrong about everything. The only thing I was right about was the end of the beginning, everything else I got completely wrong. 

There was no independence. 
There was no apartment.
There was no beautiful view.
Heck, there was no cup of coco. 

No, reaching the age where you finish your varsity only promised the following.

1. You are removed of your mothers medical aid, because you are no longer a student and are considered grown enough to afford your own medical aid. 
2. You get a start-up job, which you will have to slave to attain. As employers want you to have experience and are unwilling to hire those without experience. Ironic, isn't it?
3. You will live in your parents house, young enough to be told what to do and what time to be home, but old enough to take care of your financial needs. 
4. You will experience life at it's epitome, all the stress and problems go with it.
5. You will learn to get a basic salary, after 4 years in varsity and your salary will have nothing to show for it. Why? Because you have to wait four months to attain an A4 paper that shows you are a graduate, until then.. BASIC SALARY. 
6. My absolute favorite, you will long to go back to school; and reset the clock to when you could simply call mummy and ask her for money. 

See, growing up is not all bad. trust me, even as I am typing this I am thinking, ''THIS IS A LIE".

However, honestly it is not all bad, because you get to carve out your life. you get to make life decisions that will effect your life for the rest of your life. Now, calm down. it is not all that bad, because after all this is why you spent, three years in kindergarten, seven years in primary school, 5 years in high school and an additional four years in varsity. Mind you, that's if you did not fail any subject while you were at it. That is what? 19 years of your 23 year life, in school. 

Yet, they failed to prepare you for that kick in the butt you get when you are forced to land on your feet when you are no longer in the comfort of education. When it is all you have known for 19 years of your life. They are like, okay cupcake.. Off you go. With not so much as a life manual. Not so much as an instruction book, stipulating what to do in step 1. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Just you, your education and you. That is all.

Alright, so as I embark on this life journey. Kindly keep reading my blog, because it promises to be bumpy, and one hell of a ride.

Not only am I terrified, I am down-right getting anxiety attacks on a daily. However, many have done it before me, I will not be the first, nor the last and I promise to pick myself up at every fall. 

Yours in growth, 

Mavis.