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  1. 01

    Moving along

    Hello.

    I am at a Wimpy, at the airport (OR Tambo International).  In the smoking room/corner. Waiting for my 9.10am flight to Capetown. Smoking and drinking bad cappuccino.

    Wimpy has never mad good coffee — ever, but they have a smoking room and thus we are here.

    hey, why do smoking rooms at airports smell like last night?

    I am on my second trip to KaapStaad in a month.  I've never done that before, ever.  Moreso, I've never traveled so much in short space of time.

    I could not be anywhere else in the world right now, but exactly where I am.  I love traveling.  Strangely, I can't claim that: love traveling, I don't do a lot of it to call myself a traveler, but, one small step at a time, many times.

    I have traveled way too much times in my mind that, the dream becomes a fantasy — the mind demands empirical evidence to generate the dream, if you know what I mean.

    Alas, there is a guy next to me reading this (yes you — stop reading my words), :-)

    I have a one-way ticket — I don't know when I am coming back, my true self doesn't ever want to come back, but my honest self knows I will be back, to go back permanently (end of May, well, that is just a plan).

    I gotta go to a bar somewhere — I'll write again in Capetown.

    1ove, nomad.

  2. 02

    The game.

    I just had one of those thoughts that sounds profound whilst waiting for water to boil for a cup of coffee.  I'll share that thought, as a disclaimer, I am not sure this has been said before, if so, please advice so.

    Alas, If we assume for a moment and accept the following analogy

    that life is a game.

    then, (the pseudo-profound-thought is):

    each and everyone has a role to play in this game: a coach, a player or a spectator?

    I was going to tweet that, but my thoughts ran beyond 140 characters.

    So, assume you are a coach:

    … this means you know what, who and when to get things done, but not really able to do it yourself (or this could be read as: you need others and you know who they are).

    If you are a player (and I assuming more people would like to be this, but in reality they are spectators)

    … you have the 'technical' know how to achieve a task, although if you are not in the right position you won't be able to achieve them (or rather if you never know what position to play)

    I also thought it is worth noting that, as a player you could play different roles to defend, attack or create opportunities presented.

    and a spectator:

    you enjoy or hate life (okay, hate is a strong word, but I don't have to time to think of another) or rather the life created by others (player/coach) — constantly observing life from the outside, never really partaking in it. This does not however mean the value of life you enjoy is lesser, observers are key in any society (philosophy is an example).

    All these roles are key to the game (ala life) without any of them there is no game to, ahem, play.

    All this is an analogy — more-so a thought that came to mind whilst waiting for water to boil, the water has boiled, I'm going to make my cuppa.

    /word

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