Times like these...

I am losing my country. Something people go to war about and are willing to die for. I'm irritated, extremely hurt, upset, sad, grieving and overall I'm bloody angry!

My family leave Zimbabwe on Friday. All their stuff has been sold and our dogs were put to sleep yesterday.

It's times like this that the small things irritate me and I can't deal with superficialness - even though I know we are all guilty of it at times. I spend my time laughing, reading, exercising, photographing, hanging out with a wide variety of friends and thinking about life. Work involves helping people to stop self-harming, beating up others, be responsible, be happy, etc. I've started working with a lady who is selectively mute - it's such a strange experience communicating with someone whilst you have no idea what they make of you, it really forces me to analyse myself (even more than usual).
And then I get slapped in the face with superficality.

Whatever happened to the perfect woman who could love everyone around her whilst doing 20 things at once. Surely the smile she wore is much sexier than the latest Gucci jacket or the expensive make-up. The man who is charming, practical and resourceful .. not someone who needs a the best hairfix and the lastest gadget. No job is perfect but what someone puts in will highly affect what they get out of it.
Why does this world focus so much on the superficial stuff. What happens once you get past that ..... ? Do the masses stop to ask themselves that, or just move onto the next quickfix. Money doesn't buy interesting personalities, real beauty, experience, etc. Why do so many people know this but not live it?

Well. That's my rant over. As much as that aspect of life irritates me I also enjoy it as it adds depth and diversity.

I feel as though I'm losing a country whilst gaining the world. But that doesn't make it hurt any less - well it could if I chose not to think about it but that would be the equivalent of bunking out of class .... and the good teacher keeps reminding me that Home is where the heart is and mine is, surprise surprise, within me.