As children we have this innate ability to believe in everything from father Christmas to the Easter bunny, fairies, elves angels, mermaids, princesses and even prince charming but somewhere along the line, thanks to no fault of our own we have our beliefs crushed, our dreams shattered and our hopes snuffed out by those that went before us. They take a kind of perverse pleasure in robbing us and those that follow of all that is good and pure and innocent. One of my earliest memories of coming to Jhb, set the tone for my belief in innocence and maybe this is a good thing and maybe not but imagine from a child’s point of view being allowed to spend time away from home in the big city (yep small town girl at heart) and being woken up after what seemed like a journey that went on forever to the view of Jhb after sunset with all the lights (in those days there where even Christmas lights) and to a tale of fairies who where busy getting ready for parties that where being held in the freeway lights. This story has stuck with me and still resonates deep in me. I even repeat the story to all the little ones in my life …… seems to make the night just that little bit less scary for them knowing that the fairies are out there ready to protect them from harm. Even to this day very little competes with the beauty of the city at night for me, maybe it’s my soul longing for that time of innocence and belief after all to soon our journey becomes filled with cynicism, disbelief and hurt. So I will choose to believe on my journey.
Live, Love, Laugh but most of all believe in something, anything
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