As
you know by now, I am quite fond of the gym. Ok, that’s a lie – I’m a little
addicted! By my last count, I have more workout tops than I do sweaters and
winter has made it’s self very comfortable here already.
#losinginthewinterclothingdepartment.
Though
my workouts are for the usual reasons | purpose, they provide me a
self-centered space to start or end my day off right. To close myself off from
the rat-race (and my constant whirlwind of thoughts) and be almost mindless for
an hour with my carefully selected playlist blasting through my iPod. Which may
come to haunt me later in life as it boggles my mind that I haven’t lost my
hearing already. If it’s a cardio day (gym speak), I have 30 minutes to catch
up on my worldly happenings whilst CNN plays on the elliptical screen keeping
me distracted from the workout countdown – longest 30 minutes of my life every time!
I personally feel it’s important to stay
informed, to know what is happening further and beyond the borders of Africa.
But for the first time this week, I felt the need to change the channel. I
couldn’t bear to see the unfolding events on the screen because the reality was
too much. It hurt. It hurt because it made me truly wonder what we as a human
race are coming to. How we are taking lives and things and nature and destroying
it at a rapid place.
And though I cannot just turn my back and pretend it’s not
happening, it did bring to surface positive notions. Postive thinkings of how
lucky I am and that I am fortunate enough to live in a country, a space, a life
where there is no turmoil. There’s no danger that is leaving me lost for
everything I have ever know. That there is light here . . . It hasn’t been lost
in the people.
So
let’s reflect on what we have and how we can make the world a better place by
just being kind to one another. Never take for granted your
own freedom and be grateful for it with every fiber.
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