Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Fence walking...


As I drive to and from Secunda many times a week, it cuts the leash of the busy schedule which occupies our every thought and lets the mind wonder in directions it hardly ever dares to go. It's nice to think about things you can't change. It feels weird being a man to speak about friendship, life and love on a public blog...why? Hell, girls do that! We drink beer, drive fast and watch rugby...and if no one looks, we even give a glance at the cheer leaders doing their jumps and stuff.

We live in a world filled with so much feeling that I think if I could put just a small part of it into my body I would die an instant death. Life is like walking on a fence. We are born fence walkers. Some of us stay on this fence from the day we were born right until the day a family member takes a shovel and starts filling your place inside the earth with tears running down his face. Never ever tasting the extreme in any way whatsoever, living a very ordinary and very plain life. Is there anything wrong with this? Hell, no! Billions of others would give up their whole fortune for an ordinary life. We work, we go home. Kids are born, go to school, study, leave the house. We still work, we retire, we grow old, happy and healthy. Nice.

But, the fence isn't always this friendly. Somewhere someone wins his 7th Tour de France and somewhere a person has been sitting in a wheelchair since childhood, not even knowing the feeling of shoes on his feet. Somewhere some healthy bloke drinks and smokes for the 70th year straight, not even outing a cough at night, yet somewhere is a 12 year old girl living her last days on a lung machine staring at a little bird just bathing in the sun on the windowsill. Somewhere an average grade 12 scholar inherits millions from a person he never knew and somewhere a honest man looses everything he has worked for for 30 years just because of the current economy doing what it is doing. Somewhere a mother cries from happiness holding a baby daughter for the first time, but somewhere a mother beats her baby to death against the bedroom wall. Somewhere a man drives around a corner on his way home and later that night he greats his family and they have supper together, while somewhere a man drives around a corner only to be hit head on by a drunk man thinking he is funny, killing him instantly. He did not have supper with his family.

I know how my walk on the fence has been so far and so too do you. Reading over what I have just written it is very clear that life is full of unexpected 'it won't happen to me's'. Whether good or bad, accident or lotto win. Is it fair? Again, hell, no! Did the young man deserve to inherit the fortune? No. Did the father deserve to die in the car accident? No!

Work your hardest. Train your hardest. Be honest. Be true. Love. Respect. If we can network together in life with all of the above weaved into our being, how wonderful wouldn't life be? After all, having done and lived all of the above, then it does not matter on what side of the fence we land. On one side of it it is spectacularly unfair. On the other it is like receiving a bit of heaven.

No one can even start to give a true answer, but only speculate. Every person's or religion's answer will differ and even possibly offend the other. All I can say is that I too don't understand this part of life. But what I do know is this: Being true and honest will make the side that the fence chooses to throw us much, much easier to handle should it cross our paths. All the best to everybody walking the walk. May hard work pay off!

See, a man can talk about 'weird' stuff too!

Be strong and live hard!

TriJackal

1 comment:

Johan Stemmet said...

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