Hello hi,
My apologies if you came here on
Sunday and yesterday looking for some good entertainment, only to be rudely met
by old posts.
See my attention and energy on
Sunday, were dedicated to a cooked meal. Yes, I stood barefoot, against the
stove, thankfully with no foetus in me and created my own heaven.
See I was at church in the morning,
yes I went and fed my spirit, and then a voice said asked me when last I’d made
myself a great meal, which then led to me creating a seafood, healthy lunch
consisting of : vegetable cous-cous, prawn and avo salad, baked potatoes and
grilled, stuffed linefish. Oh boy, what a feast that was! There was no way I could
type, let alone think about anything after that!
The feast then led to festivities,
which resulted me in sleep-walking all of yesterday, hence no post then either,
but today I’m human again, and glad to be of service.
At this point in time, I’m extremely happy
with life. Things are looking up, my relationships with people I regard highly
are getting stronger by the day, and everything that I could want, now seems
within reach.
So, how does my theme and content
connect?
Well you see kid, life is a gamble,
and everyday we’re at the casino, pulling at that lever, hope to get triple-7
and walk away with a new life in a new, black, leather briefcase.
You see when you wake up in the
morning, is similar to when you walk into the casino : alive and full of hope
that everything today will work out the way you want it to.
You’ll walk over to your 1st
machine, and hope to make enough to carry you throughout the night without
having to spend any more of your money. R50 later, you’re upset with the
machine and cussing about how the machines are rigged.
You’re still optimistic, but maybe a
bit cautious now, cause rejection/loss is never easy to bounce back from, so
you decide to walk around, scanning which machines are more alluring and the
most full of promise.
You see it, the big table, where you
drop in a coin, and if nicely aimed, it could stand you the chance of winning
that whole rack. Your imagination runs wild, adrenalin pumps and you stand
there, tongue sticking out and before the coin’s left your hand, you already
see where it’ll land. A split-second later, your coin is lying on a pile with
many other dreamers’ and you’re poorer than when you walked into the casino.
Anxiety kicks in.
A voice suggests a drink/smoke to
calm you down and perhaps give you better perspective.
A plan is created on how to save this
situation :
Betting. With all that you have. Go big
or go home right?!
So the rent money’s put on the line,
you study whatever it is there is to get rich quick with and then BAM, you’re
now, standing, sweating, screaming, praying, crying and cheering your bet to win,
as you have more to lose than gain.
You lose. You’re now behind on rent. You’ve
spent your whole salary at the casino. You’re screwed.
Now what?
We’ve all been at the casino, some of
us more than the others/wish to remember. To some, the casino is all we know,
the adrenalin is addictive : “YOLO MOFOS” these addicts chant.
Others learn a lesson from the casino
and vow never to go back, the consequences are too great. “once-bitten,twice-shy”
people.
Others are social visitors at the
casino. “down-for-whatever” people, who can handle their own, and let loose
once in a while.
We have many casino scenarios playing
out in our lives each day, sometimes more than we think, but obviously the
scales will differ from time to time, and person to person.
We need a casino to gain perspective,
we need to throw a dice, and hold our breath, tongue sticking out, praying it
lands how we want it to.
How it lands, is out of your control,
what you do with the outcome is.
Lose or win, the slot machines will
be there, and whether you want to/not a lever will be pulled, resulting in two
apples and a dollar sign/ two dollar signs and a pig, or one day, shushu day,
TRIPLE SEVEN!
No matter how the dice lands, the aim
should be to keep on throwing, hoping, throwing, tongues hanging out, throwing
and once in a while breaking out into a joyful song/dance.
Whatever it is, don’t stop throwing,
for the dice needs to keep rolling.
Zing’7, TJOVITJO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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