Month: February 2014

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Why it’s okay to screw up

I’m not perfect. And neither are you. You’ve probably done some next level stupid shit in your life and those memories all creep back into your consciousness when you lie awake at night wishing you could go back and change it or somehow eliminate the memory from the minds of everyone who know about it.

Life being the forward-ticking witch it is, you can’t undo your mistakes and you can’t take back your screw-ups. But you can get up and get over it and move on. Do some new legit stupid things that overshadow your screw-ups from the past.

Because it’s okay to screw up. It’s okay to be stupid and immature and short-sighted at times because you are not a machine and you do not exist to please each and every human soul in the world. You were not put on this planet to serve as some kind of prodigy child who never leaves the house and doesn’t drunk text or occasionally bounce it out on Kid Cudi. Life also doesn’t refrain from throwing failures at you. It’s one of those things.

You’re meant to screw up. If you never screwed up, what would you laugh about? How would you ever have fun? How would you advance in life or in your studies or in a career if you are constantly setting unrealistic standards of perfection? Sometimes knowing you could potentially screw up leads you to not screwing up because you take the risk of doing or creating something brilliant.

Screw up. Screw up and enjoy it. Laugh at yourself. Cringe when you lie awake at night. It’s part of a life lived fully. Have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you’re still smiling.

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This is why I love South Africa

A friend of mine recently had an argument with another friend while trying to justify getting a tattoo that signifies South Africa. This argument resulted in my friend writing up this brilliant and pride-inducing piece of nostalgic genius that I have stolen (with permission) to publish here:

What I love about South Africa

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South Africa has every climate and landscape. Deserts, mountains, snow, Mediterranean, rain forest, grassland, bushveld, sea; the warm sea and the cold sea, the coastline and its changeability. It has the sun and it has caves, streams, cliffs, kloofs, and wide open spaces to be explored or left unexplored. It has the Yellow Wood, the Strelitzia, the Varkoor, the Milkwood, Proteas, Acacias and the SA pine. Here you can find a unique, scary, diverse, beautiful wildlife. The blue crane, the big five, the great white, the sunbird and the bumble bee, the parktown prawn (“the what?” says the Cape Townian), blêrrie baboons and the rhino. For now.

rugby fanSouth Africans YOLO and have FOMO and are adventurous even when they pretend they aren’t. There’s corruption and everyone complains and always expects more. We always think the grass is greener than our own. South Africans are resourceful but lazy, approachable and friendly and completely obsessed with sport.

We have braais and our own slang lingo and say “I don’t have an accent, boet.” We have chilled out hippies and hipsters on longboards, jocks and materialistic poppies & dollies wearing too much make-up, surfer dudes and overachievers, the career man and the full-time mom. SA has cultures, diversity, different languages, opportunity.

Gogos, Oumas, Nanas, Grannies. We have Zebra & Giraffe, The Soweto String Quartet, Mango Groove, The Parlotones, Jack Parow, Desmond and the Tutus, Mzekezeke and Mandoza, DJs Fresh, Euphonik and Naaldekoker and Ladysmith Black Mambazo. There are gorgeous babes and okes with stiff necks and Imaginary Lat Syndrome (Chronic Invisible Underarm Watermelon).

I love to love Cape Town with its mountains and sea, wine, acceptance and how everyone’s convinced that it’s better. I love to hate Joburg with its mine dumps, crime, sheer size, cost, poverty and pollution.

Bloem thinks it’s a big city but it’s just cold and full of Dutchmen (said with the utmost affection).

durban cultureThe only thing Kimberley has is a hole.

Durban with its souties and Zulus, the stuffy humidity and warm water.

And PE and East London. Little unsung treasures nobody knows about but really should.

We chat about what an amazing man Nelson Mandela was and Desmond Tutu still is. We laugh at clichéd Trevor Noah jokes and gossip about the Oscar Pistorius scandal. We see Charlize Theron and Chad le Clos’ “unbelievable” dad on TV. And try to fathom why Elon Musk and Roger Federer would not want to claim South Africa as their own.

– Alberto Falanga

This is South Africa. There’s no way to deny its beauty. Its individuality. Its splendour. Its awe. Its diversity. Its language. Its voice. Its echo.

This is where I live.

This is South Africa.

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