Money

You cannot simply hope that money will not rule you. You have to replace its rule with a stronger authority.

plenty ants

Not too long ago I bought a bag of Muesli, took it home, ate some of it, and put in the cupboard. It was freaking delicious, and I looked forward to breakfast the next day when I could enjoy more.

When opening the bag the next day, I found that the ants had beat me to breakfast. They were crawling over the bag in an excited frenzy, hungry to please their queen with morsels of cranberry and oatmeal. Naturally I was disappointed. No muesli for me.

Instead of throwing the bag away, I put it in a sealed tupperware. I don't know why I did that. I guess I was just trying to keep any more ants out, but instead I made a prison. At least they would be well fed, I thought.

In my disappointment I left the muesli in the tupperware in the cupboard for about a week. Eventually I peeked inside only to find over 100 dead and shriveled ants at the bottom of the tupperware. Pouring the muesli out and inspecting it confirmed my suspicions - not a single ant inside the bag.

And that is when i realized just how different ants and humans are: The ants died trying to find their home. Humans die trying to enjoy their plenty.

Endless

God's love, VAST in height, width and depth is surpassed in complexity by its duration. Those who have tasted this love once, with that taste long forgotten can possibly never know that even now and even tomorrow, this endless love endures.

Satisfaction

Scorching heat
As if I am a withering flower
Sapped of energy

 On the long road between sea and gold
With beads of sweat traveling from my head to my back, picking up fellow passengers, gaining momentum - on their own journey,  I decide to play a game: 

One mini cheddar every 5km.
No more.

 Usually I would just eat the packet in a matter of moments, this packet is being treated with far more caution.

 Placing the flavour-filled biscuit morsel into my salivating mouth I slowly and methodically enjoy. After 1km all flavour has been stripped by my greedy taste buds. The soggy remnant continues to satisfy - in always reducing measures.  Until after 3km it is all gone.

And the 2km of waiting begins.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot make the little baked-not-fried-fellow last the full 5km.  But all doubts evaporate when I reach the 5km mark and a flavour-rich bacon delight gets put into this expectant mouth.

Even my questioning of myself and the stupidity of these games is hushed:

And I am left knowing that restraint will always bring a greater satisfaction than indulgence ever could.

Backwards

I like to have but don't like to use. How I wish that was reversed in me.

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One night can change forever

spoiled

Who cares if it means by yourself or by another
When something is beyond repair
You walk away
Limping

Things are a changing

So 2012 is set to be the most demanding year for me yet, and part of the added burden that I am deciding to load on my own back to try to get blogging again. I have seen how every year I blog about half the amount as I did the previous year. Maybe it's fear that people will actually write, or maybe it has been realizing that there's SO MUCH being written that is worth a read. I can't keep up with the reading - let alone the writing, 

 

But here's to 2012. May it be a good year for all of us. 

 

Vs.

In the attack of people against numbers may I forever remember which has my maker's image

Location:Van staaden's pass EC