Finding Beauty
I think I could fall in love with this place. Once you get over South Africa’s bad habit of lulling you into a false sense of security before a little girl gets shot in the head and black janitors are forced to eat meat with urine to make up for the lack of soup. Oh and your neighbours get mugged while they watch. But surprisingly, you can get over that. You can be rocked with fear, sorrow, and anger and then you can somehow still manage to see the beauty beside it.
Like the fact that the water actually sparkles. And when you step into it, it’s seductively cold. You clench your toes at the expected but unexpected chill that engulfs them followed by the thrill of that ice shiver, from the tip of your big right up your spine. And such things as rock pools of minuscule rainbow fish actually exist. And dolphins doing flips at the edge of the horizon.
I’m in half shock, half heaven. These magical places actually exist but wait…. It’s about finding the beauty within the mundane. With a scar as ugly as Apartheid, South Africa had to this beach…..
I think I could fall in love with this place. Once you get over South Africa’s bad habit of lulling you into a false sense of security before a little girl gets shot in the head and black janitors are forced to eat meat with urine to make up for the lack of soup. Oh and your neighbours get mugged while they watch. But surprisingly, you can get over that. You can be rocked with fear, sorrow, and anger and then you can somehow still manage to see the beauty beside it.
Like the fact that the water actually sparkles. And when you step into it, it’s seductively cold. You clench your toes at the expected but unexpected chill that engulfs them followed by the thrill of that ice shiver, from the tip of your big right up your spine. And such things as rock pools of minuscule rainbow fish actually exist. And dolphins doing flips at the edge of the horizon.
I’m in half shock, half heaven. These magical places actually exist but wait…. It’s about finding the beauty within the mundane. With a scar as ugly as Apartheid, South Africa had to this beach…..
2 comments
i'm glad you are finding the beauty. isn't this what life's about? finding beauty in murk?
REPLYBut for the number of Blacks in South Africa, I'd deny that country as African. Thing is, it doesn't want to belong; why force it?
REPLYAnd then comes that beauty, yeah. We all love it. And I get second thoughts.
hi! thanks for commenting. I'm always open to new ideas. I can't wait to hear yours.