I had a thought on something, I have not thought about it through and through like I do other thoughts, till they no longer make sense, and I never get to share them.

So, this is going to be quick.

You know that phrase:

light prevails over darkness.

or something similar to that.  I assume this refers to:

good vs. evil?

Well it just got crazy dark outside and a thought passed my mind:

if light prevails over darkness, what light are we talking about? Artificial light electricity, paraffin or gas powered?

… ahhh shit — I just got a call, and this narrative doesn't make sense to me anymore, but I'll leave it here, so that maybe you can make sense of this madness.

Oh, I think what I was eluding to is:

if light prevails over darkness, and that light is artificial, it won't always last, you'll need to keep fighting the darkside — no reference to StarWars, :)

Ja, something like that — I think I wrote a while back, or I have thought about something similar for sometime:

why are we constantly fighting to be good — why does it take a lot more effort to be a better person than it takes to be and do evil?

If science serves me right, everything moves through the path of least resistance, and in most cases, most things take the natural course of things, never go against who/what they are.

Something, something, something — you tell me your thoughts, I swear there is something here that I just can't find the right mind-finger coordination.

I am still up.

I was en-route to lala land about 6 or 7 hours ago.  I have been up since, doing nothing but surfin' the net, as it were — found nothing cool though.

I have been toying with the idea of moving here (Capetown) for quite sometime, but I do believe now, this is where I need to be:

not to grow, not to do any of those things that you tell yourself when you are in your mid-twenties and life seems like a thing that needs changing.

This is the town, I need to be.

Let me saying it again: this is the town I need to be.

From a business perspective, I do not think Capetown is as aggressive as Johannesburg is, or should be — I notice a lot of creativity out-here, but that does not even motivate me as I would have imagined (or dreamt of sometime 3 years ago)

but I do sense — there is an engine of creative people in business (I say creative not in the artistic sense, but creative in, well, ability to create) that a lurking somewhere in the shadows of the nightlife.

and those are the people I intend to seek and find, with the hopes that one would be able to transcend from 'ideas' to 'creating'.

Alas — I am not going to move to Capetown with that as a priority, I will move here, for 6 six months as an escape from Johannesburg and work.

I want to just chill, relax and engage with people, time and space.

That is, all — well, if only I could now just fall asleep.

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.

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