Sadness Is A Feeling But Attitude Is A Choice
Look, I get it. You had high expectations. Maybe even not quite that high, so when you didn’t meet ’em you were devastated. You’re sad… and that’s alright. You’re allowed to feel sad. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. You’re also allowed to throw tantrums or walk around aimlessly like some kinda zombie. The thing is, that won’t help you. Not one bit. Instead, dust yourself off. Reflect on your errors and resolve not to repeat them. Set new goals and prepare yourself as best as possible to meet them.
You can be sad, just don’t let it weigh down your attitude. Let it fuel it instead.
Education is a key component in life – education is all important.
My parents managed to hammer this point home from before I could run. “Ayanda Joe Munikwa,” they would say, “you are a wise and intelligent young boy and if you apply your mind you will make it in life.” They haven’t ever stopped repeating those words… I haven’t stopped believing them.
Why do I consider education to be all important? Other than having been brought up with this ideology being drilled into me at school and at home nearly every waking hour – why would it matter? My hero, Nelson Mandela, considered education to be of prime importance and it is easy to see why. All of the things we do and hope to achieve require some form of education and life-threatening situations may have education called upon as well. For example: During the December (2014) holidays I had an encounter that I believe I will never forget. A young boy had been swimming in a hotel pool and his parents allowed themselves to become distracted by other things, after all, the young boy had floaters attached to him and the pool was nearly full of children. A few minutes later shouts erupted from the pool area and they found that the boy had been upended in the water and had silently drowned amidst all of those people. That was not where education came in. No one at the scene knew CPR. No one. The lifeguard, as his post was usually boring and he was only very rarely called upon, was drunk in some obscure corner of the hotel. That young boy died that night, had I known how to administer CPR at that time he would be living today, instead I left his life in the hands of a lifeguard who was not in complete command of all of his senses. I see that boy’s numb, lifeless face every time I near a pool.
-Excerpt from my Personal Statement (2015)
I watch the washing machine do it’s work.
That’s my entertainment.
The sounds and vibrations they sooth me.
They are a heartbeat – after a thousand Redbulls!
Thump thump. Thump Thump! THUMP THUMP!
The clothes pick up pace! Swirling in dirt and waste…
Then – soapy bubbles!
I didn’t make that sound.
Not out loud… did I?
Of course I did!
So I walk away from the other fella in the room.
Dry clean washing is over.
PS The clothes get wet; why is it even called dry cleaning? It better not be a dry joke.