In this piece I’m not referring to my blog but what I’m talking about is what we choose to do, what I’m talking about is in the lines, and the words ahead.
You know how they say “everything happens for a reason”? Well, last night I was combing through YouTube while sat on a bench not long before midnight in a park not far from where I live, not looking for anything in particular; but there was a certain video that flashed before me. Now, as a person one of my interests is Special Operations Forces (SOF), and the biggest forces that interest me in this unique group are the United States Navy SEALS. Since having started studying them in depth in 2014 my interest in them has grown, the biggest thing that has got me most is not the operations they have been involved in, nor the missions, or the battles, though of course what I am about to go into is linked, it is their mindset that has got me the most; they have the strongest and most important mindsets that I have ever read about and followed and to accomplish what they do, throughout their training at BUD/S to their graduation in their careers as Navy SEALS (Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL (Sea Air and Land)) – they are simply the best of the best.
I was thinking about my blog a lot yesterday and the content that I wanna add and share with you all but I am wanting to take this a lot more seriously, but, also strike a balance between what I originally created it for, so almost as in the same light as working at a passion but in its original identity.
Greetings folks, readers, followers, hope you’re all well. To those in the UK I hope your long weekend went well.
Yesterday I spoke with one of my best buds who lives in Devon in Exeter, one of the most inspirational, down to earth, caring people I have ever met. He’s got one of those souls that could cheer anyone up; he could turn a grey, stormy day into sunlight alone with his demeanour, one of the most focused people on the face of this earth that I have ever met and known.
For months I have been trying to break free of political chains, I have wanted desperately to try and break away from everything political – from political discussion to my blog, especially on the situation in Zim, its a situation which has been tainting my soul and anyone who knows me knows that that its something that has taken me away from myself and turned me into a different something all together – in a sense I have been corrupted by politics, but not the corruption that crooked politicians and businessmen are all about, this is a different type of corruption – the Zimbabwean situation has depressed me, my political posts have taken me to a different dimension of thinking and whilst thinking is a good thing it has been working on me in a negative way, to the extent where the other day I decided to shut this blog down in order to niche blog but on Facebook, where the post was shared by a friend he copy & pasted some very kind comments asking me not to shut it down and to keep it going. These pleas to keep it going kind of gave me a new vigour and thought of how to keep this blog going without continuing to taint it with political posts and then earlier I decided to write this afternoons piece and then it occurred to me this evening after writing the previous piece; the best way to keep this blog going is to use it for what I created it, a hobby blog and not a political channel or current affairs blog. Having eventually after over a year of trying to separate myself from politics managed to write something non-political and I feel like I have eventually broken these chains and it feels great, I feel so much more energetic and not mentally exhausted from overthinking.
A friend pointed it out this afternoon when we were talking about the fact that it has been taking its toll and depressing me, after thinking about it, he is right. Though, someone else close to my heart did also ask me last year to stop. So I also think it is time to follow and accept that request.
And so here I am, finally after so long having decided to leave this alone. I will have to find ways of coming out with amusing slurs that one reader commented on but I am sure every now and then I can come out with something amusing.
Anyway, time is getting on here in the UK and I am using my phone as a hotspot, again, this afternoon I was using Cafe Nero’s Cloud wifi; man, I just love their iced latte with a shot of vanilla – though this afternoon was actually not hot so could have had a normal latte. It’d have gone down a treat, but all is well that I had an iced latte.
Goodnight all, wherever you may be. Adios amigos and amigas, hasta manana, or…whenever…safer to say until next time…
So on waking up this morning I stirred, in almost a drunken stupor, I got up, stumbled towards the window and peered through the curtains at a wet British morning…scowling at the weather as I had thought of going for a run – and though it is only rain I had hoped for a sunny Sunday morning run, I returned to my bed as it was only 0530 and for some reason my thoughts started drifting to years gone by, but not here in the UK, more so back to Zimbabwe and to memories. In a way having to close my eyes to look at photographs, images seared into my memory – more so than view actual photographs.