Here is one of my favorite reads, that sometimes goes deep to touching the souls, this is where now your conscience kicks in, and you ask your the question........what is life really all about?

It is not about anything at all

When we truly are honest with ourselves, we know deep inside that it is not about anything at all. It is not about money, it is not about material things, leverage life style, sex, attention or even “swag”. It is all about truly being happy from the inside out. None of the above mentioned things can make you happy from the inside out. Life is bigger than us, it is bigger than we can ever imagine. As humans we make mistakes of forgetting how precious and short life is, by focusing much on things that we should not. We all are emotional beings, we have emotions, and we have hearts, souls and spirits. We go along in life harming the inner us, damaging the core of our happiness. We take all our focus and we put it on the material things of this world that we forget to feed our souls. We turn to sell our souls and use our bodies in all the wrong ways to obtain the material things from the wrong people in all the wrong ways, ways that will finally hurt us and catch up with us in near future.

We get ourselves involved with the wrong people for all the wrong reasons and turn to have expectations from our involvement. When things turn sour we blame the people we involved with that we feel our souls are broken, forgetting that we are the once got ourselves in those situations. Humans are the once making it difficult to live in this world. In today’s life, if you are down and out the world becomes unbearable to live in, especially in the cities.                    

Have you been to rural areas? Places where you would look around you speak to the people and actually feel a sense of happiness within the people, because they do not have any unnecessary pressures that would lead to the wrong doings and regrets. Not to discourage success but to encourage happiness within oneself and experience to the colorful side of life.

Most of us can smile and admit to being happy when somebody asks, while we know we are not. I walked and drove all the streets of Johannesburg, I looked around and I saw happy faces, I looked through their eyes, I saw uncertainty, I spoke to them, I saw great sorrow, I saw broken souls. I saw young people longing for what is not theirs, hustling to get there wrongly, and climbing the ladder of success with folded arms forgetting they might fall anytime. As women, we must have morals and we must retain that dignity. We must not have male Hip-hop artists, rapping the worst of us; we must not have men talking the worst of us. We are South African woman and we have power remember? We have an opportunity to enter in to any kind of carrier field we desire, only your high determination, commitment and hunger for success needed.

There is no need to use your body and sleep your way up or get yourself a sugar daddy that you do not even love but has money. A sugar daddy that will touch you and hate it, the one that you will be scared to tell him he is hurting you when he roughly shags you. I do not think you want that kind of experience in your life. You need love, surrounded by happiness and topped off with peace of mind. That is what life is really about, that feeling of complete happiness from the inside out. That feeling that most of us last experienced in our teenage years, that honest affection you would have for your cute teenage boyfriend. That feeling you would get that will make you want to get out of your bedroom window and run to him when you at home and away from him, that when you see him, you get stomach butterflies and that you want to hide, when he touches you, you want to melt down, that when he holds you closer to him you get scared to look at him in the eyes and yet you want him to squeeze you tight, that when he kisses you, you want to run away with him and elope at 14.

Life is not about the material things of this world it is all about the happiness in you, the happiness that should reflect on your face with a glowing heart-warming smile, and then the rest will follow. With that kind of a feeling at heart, that is when you will feel much alive...#

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WHAT A MOVING POEM

Because I love reading, I came across this poem that moved me. It has that sense of complete affection and that deep longing of wanting to see your love. I must admit, I dropped a tear for second, so I thought that I should share it wit you,here it goes...

LETTER FROM A CONTRACT WORKER

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

a letter that would tell

of this desire

to see you

of this fear

of losing you

of this more than benevolence that I feel of this indefinable ill that pursues me of this yearning to which I live in total surrender …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

a letter of intimate secrets,

a letter of memories of you,

of you

of your lips red as henna

of your hair black as mud

of your eyes sweet as honey

of your breasts hard as wild orange

of your lynx gait

and of your caresses

such that I can find no better here …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that would recall the days in our haunts our nights lost in the long grass that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum trees the moon filtering through the endless palm trees that would recall the madness of our passion and the bitterness of our separation …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that you would not read without sighing

that you would hide from from papa Bombo that you would withhold from mama Kieza that you would reread without the coldness of forgetting a letter to which in all Kilombo no other would stand comparison …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love

a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind a letter that the cashews and coffee trees the hyenas and buffaloes the alligators and grayling could understand so that if the wind should lose it on the way the beasts and plants with pity for our sharp suffering from song to song lament to lament gabble to gabble would bring you pure and hot the burning words the sorrowful words of the letter I wanted to write to you …

I wanted to write you a letter …

But oh my love, I cannot understand

why it is, why, why, why it is, my dear

that you cannot read

and I – Oh the hopelessness! – cannot write!

BY ANTONIO JACINTO

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MY GOOD MORNING DAY

MY GOOD MORNING DAY

Waking up this morning,I released how beautiful it is to still be kicking. life is so beautiful!!!!! oh how I wish everybody would feel as good as I feel today..... so I wrote something beautiful, here it goes;

It was my good morning day when I woke up with a smile on my face, with my heart full of great zest and a sense of fulfillment  I jumped out of bed then head straight to my mirror. Then I saw a brown skinned African lady, with uncombed African hair, her eyes were shinning like dew at dawn, with no makeup on her face. Being pleased with what I saw in the mirror, I smiled, and then she smiled back at me with a glowing bold beautiful smile. Being charmed by her smile, I then came to my senses and then laughed out loud, “Damn! God was really in a good mood when He made me. With me being a black beauty, I am starting to think that He was actually eating brown chocolate when he made me” I said.

I then turned around looking at my sexy body on the mirror (wearing my short pajamas , then I sighed, she is quite sexy too, I said. Then I walked back and forth with a cat walk noticing my movement, *blink* she walks better that Naomi Campbell. Noticing the time, OMG, I am running out of time. Then I ran to the bathroom and took a shower singing Cristina Aguilera’s song…... “I am beautiful no matter what they say; I am beautiful in every single way…”

“Zebras are born with stripes and they do not even spend an ounce of energy trying to change their stripes in to spots”. There is really, really no need for anyone to torture themselves trying to alter their natural look so they could look like some model on a cover of a magazine. There is no need to undergo costly critical surgeries to try to please someone or obtain a certain look.

We need to come to our senses, look at ourselves and actually acknowledge the fact that we are totally different individuals and we are different in our own unique special ways. The least we can do is to accept ourselves the way we are and make peace with what we see in the mirror. There will always be negative people trying to shoot you down and kick you while you are on the ground. Never give such people that pleasure. Always tell yourself that you are beautiful, you do not have to wait for someone to tell you that.
You should comfortably be able to tell yourself that, I am so in love with the shape of my body, the color of my skin and the way the organs on my face are put and shaped, with a smile. Low self-esteem is the killer of all dreams and visions, because the confidence to outshine and to express yourself it is either not there or low.

Dr Lanette Hattingu and Heinrich Classen wrote: Your self-image can be your most powerful tool or your worst enemy, self-acceptance can set you free, but unhappiness within you, with yourself, can keep you hostage. Your relationship with yourself will determine the outcome of your life.